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It  is  not  to  be  expected  that  a  com- 
pilation within  the  /imits  of  the  present 
volume  would  contain  ALL  the  Old  and  Fa- 
miliar Hymns.  The  compiler  has  aimed 
in  the  selection  to  present  the  varied  phases 
of  ordinary  Christian  experience,  in  the 
belief,  as  has  been  well  said  by  another, 
that  next  to  Holy  Scripture  there  is  noth- 
ing that  goes  deeper,  or  expresses  more 
clearly  the  condition  and  desires  of  the 
soul,  than  the  Hymns  and  Songs  of  the 
ChurchC  " 

The  hymns  marked  AB.  (abridged)  are 
thus  printed  to  preserve  the  forms  in  which 
they  have  long  been  commonly  used,  but  the 
reader  iv  ill  find,  as  in  the  familiar  hymns 
'Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,'  '(9  Sacred 


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usually  omitted  in  the  Hymnals  have  been 
restored.  No  condensations ',  or  changes  in 
the  text,  have  been  attempted  by  the  com- 
piler, and  the  hymns,  with  the  exceptions 
named,  are  printed  injull,  as  this  volume 
is  not  designed  for  use  in  public  worship, 
but  solely  for  devotional  reading. 


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A   SAFE   STRONGHOLD. 

A  safe  stronghold  our  God  is  still, 

A  trusty  shield  and  weapon; 
He'll  help  us  clear  from  all  the  ill 
That  hath  us  now  o'ertaken. 
The  ancient  Prince  of  hell 
Hath  risen  with  purpose  fell; 
Strong  mail  of  craft  and  power 
He  weareth  in  this  hour, 
On  earth  is  not  his  fellow. 


With  force  of  arms  we  nothing  can, 
P\iH  soon  were  we  down-ridden; 
But  for  us  fights  the  proper  Man, 
Whom  God  Himself  hath  bidden. 
Ask  ye,  who  is  this  same  ? 
Christ  Jesus  is  His  name, 
The  Lord  Sabaoth's  Son, 
He  and  no  other  one 
Shall  conquer  m  the  battle. 


Our  God,   our  Help, 

And  were  this  world  all  devils  o'er, 

And  watching  to  devour  us, 
We  lay  it  not  to  heart  so  sore, 
Not  they  can  overpower  us. 
And  let  the  Prince  of  ill 
Look  grim  as  e'er  he  will, 
He  harms  us  not  a  whit: 
For  why  ?     His  doom  is  writ, 
One  little  word  shall  slay  him. 

That  word,  for  all  their  craft  and  force, 

One  moment  will  not  linger, 
But,  spite  of  hell,  shall  have  its  course, 
'Tis  written  by  His  finger. 

And  though  they  take  our  life, 
Goods,  honor,  children,  wife, 
Yet  is  their  profit  small; 
These  things  shall  vanish  all, 
The  Kingdom  ours  remaineth. 

Martin  Luther. 
Tr.  by  Thomas  Carlyle.     si.  alt> 


OUR  GOD,  OUR  HELP. 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come; 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home: 


God  inoi'es  in  a  mysterious  Way . 

Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure; 

Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

A  thousand  ages,  in  Thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 

Before  the  rising  sun. 

Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,     ab. 


GOD  MOVES  IN   A  MYSTERIOUS  WAY. 
God  moves  in  a  my>teriou-  way 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


When  all  Thy  Mercies, 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing;  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 

And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head. 

Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  Him  for  His  grace; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  His  work  in  vain: 

God  is  His  own  Interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

Willi  a  m   Cowper. 


WHEN  ALL  THY  MERCIES,  O  MY  GOD. 
When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


When  all  Thy  Mercies.  5 

O  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare 
That  glows  within  my  ravished  heart  ? 

But  Thou  canst  read  it  there. 

Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 

From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  Thou 
With  health  renewed  my  face; 

And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  world-, 

The  glorious  theme  renew. 

Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 
For  O,  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 

Joseph  Addison,     ab 


How  firm  a  Foundation. 


HOW  FIRM  A  FOUNDATION. 
How   firm   a  foundation,   ye   saints  of  the 

Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  His  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  He  say  than  to  you  He  hath 

said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

"  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dis- 
mayed, 

For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid: 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 
thee  to  stand, 

Upheld  by  My  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

"  When    through   the   deep   waters   I    call 

thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trouble  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

"  When  through  fiery  trials   thy  pathway 

shall  lie, 
My  grace  all  sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply: 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee;  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  thy  gold  to  refine. 

"E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  My  people  shall 

prove, 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 


As  pants  the  Hart.  7 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom  be 

borne. 

"  The   soul   that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for 

repose 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 

to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake." 

George  Keith,     ab. 


AS    PANTS   THE   HART. 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 

When  heated  m  the  chase, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  Thee, 

And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 

For  Thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine: 
O  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 

Thou  Majesty  Divine? 

Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God;  Who  will  employ 
His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  those  sighs 

To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 


:  Holy,  Holy,  Holy. 

God  of  my  strength,  how  long  shall  I 

Like  one  forgotten,  mourn, 
Forlorn,  forsaken,  and  exposed 

To  my  oppressor's  scorn. 

My  heart  is  pierced,  as  with  a  sword, 
While  thus  my  foes  upbraid: 

"  Vain  boaster,  where  is  now  thy  God  ? 
And  where  His  promised  aid?  " 

Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
His  praise  again,  and  find  Him  still 

Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

Tate  and  Brady. 


HOLY,   HOLY,    HOLY! 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty, 
Early  in  the  morning  our  songs  shall  rise 
to  Thee; 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Merciful  and  Mighty  ! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 
Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around 
the  glassy  sea; 
Cherubim  and   Seraphim  falling  down  be- 
fore Thee, 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shall  be. 


0  Lord,   hoiv  happy.  9 

Holy,  holy,  holy !  though  the  darkness  hide 
Thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory 
may  not  see, 
Only  Thou  art  holy,   there  is  none  beside 
Thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love  and  purity. 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty, 
All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  name,  in 
earth  and  sky  and  sea; 
Holy,  holy,  holy !  Lord  God  Almighty, 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity  ! 
Sp.  Reginald  Heber. 


O   LORD,   HOW  HAPPY. 
O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest; 
And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is. working  for  the  best. 

How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
How  oft  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden  wilds  alarms; 
O  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  Thine  almighty  arms ! 


io  With  broken  Heart. 

Could  we  but  kneel  and  cast  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer; 
Sure  that  the  Father  Who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 

Will  hear  in  that  we  fear. 

We  cannot  trust  Him  as  we  should;- 
So  chafes  weak  nature's  restless  mood 

To  cast  its  peace  away; 
But  birds  and  flowerets  round  us  preach, 
All,  all  the  present  evil  teach 

Sufficient  for  the  day. 

Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers: 

Make  them  from  self  to  cease, 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
And  taste,  before  Him  lying  still, 

E'en  in  affliction,  peace. 

Prof.  Joseph  An  si  ice. 


WITH   BROKEN    HEART. 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry: 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free; 

0  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

1  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  opprest, 


Guide  ?ne,  0  great  Jehovah.       1 1 

Christ  and  His  cross  my  only  plea; 
O  God.  be  merciful  to  me. 

Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  e 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies; 
But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone; 
To  Calvary  alone  I  flee; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be. 
God  has  been  merciful  to  me. 

Rev.  Cornelius  Elven. 


GUIDE   ME,    O    GREAT  JEHOVAH. 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  Great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land: 

I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand; 
Bread  of  heaven, 

Feed  me  now  and  evermore. 

Open  now  the  crystal  Fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow; 


12  O  Day  of  Rest. 

Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through; 
Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  Strength  and  Shield. 
When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside: 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  Destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side; 
Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

Rev.  William  Williams,     ab. 


O   DAY   OF   REST. 
O  day  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright; 
On  thee  the  high  and  lowly 

Before  th'  eternal  Throne 
Sing  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 

To  the  great  Three  in  One. 
On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth; 
On  thee  for  our  salvation 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth; 
On  thee  our  Lord  victorious 

The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven ; 
And  thus  on  thee  most  glorious 

A  triple  light  was  given. 


0  Day  of  Rest.  13 

Thou  art  a  cooling  fountain 

In  life's  dry  dreary  sand; 
From  thee,  like  Pisgah's  mountain, 

We  view  our  promised  land; 
A  day  of  sweet  refection, 

A  day  of  holy  love, 
A  day  of  resurrection 

From  earth  to  things  above. 

To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  Manna  falls, 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  Gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams, 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  Rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest; 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father,  and  to  Son; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  Thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth 


14     Safely,   through  another  Week. 

SAFELY,   THROUGH   ANOTHER    WEEK 

Safely,  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day: 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 

Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame: 

From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 

May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

Here  we  come  Thy  name  to  praise; 

May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near: 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear: 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

May  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints: 

Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton 


Loy  on  a  narrow  Keck  of  Land,    i  5 

LO,   ON   A   NARROW  NECK    OF    LAND 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 

Secure,  insensible; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure, 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 


1 6         The  Voice  of  free  Grace. 

Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale  to  live, 

And  reign  with  Thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,     ab.  and  alt. 


THE   VOICE  OF   FREE   GRACE. 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  Escape  to  the 
mountain ; 

For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  hath  opened  a 
fountain ; 

For  sin,  and  uncleanness,  and  every  trans- 
gression, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely,  in  streams  of 
salvation. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchased 
our  pardon, 

We'll  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pass  over 
Jordan . 

Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  O  flee  to  the 

Saviour; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy,  'tis  infinite  favor; 
Your  sins  are  increased  as  high  as  a  mountain. 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from 

the  fountain, 
Hallelujah,  etc. 


What  various  Hindrances.       17 

Now  Jesus,  our  King,  reigns  triumphantly 
glorious ; 

O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  He  is  more  than 
victorious ; 

With  shouting  proclaim  it,  O  trust  in  His 
passion, 

He  saves  us  most  freely,  O  glorious  salva- 
tion ! 

Hallelujah,  etc. 

With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped  to 
the  shore; 

With  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will  praise  Him 
the  more; 

We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  banks 
of  the  river, 

And  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah   to   the   Lamb,   who    hath    pur- 
chased our  pardon, 

We'll  praise  Him  again,  when  we  pass  over 
Jordan. 

Rev.  Richard  Burdsall.   ad.  and  alt. 


WHAT    VARIOUS    HIXDRA.XCES. 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 

In  coming  to  the  Mercy -seat; 

Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 

But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 


1 8       What   various  Hindrances. 

Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

Restraining  prayer  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

When  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side; 
But  when  through  weariness  they  failed, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevailed. 

Have  we  no  words?  ah,  think  again; 
Words  flow  apace  when  we  complain, 
And  fill  our  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  our  care. 

Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 

O  Lord,  increase  our  faith  and  love, 
That  we  may  all  our  goodness  prove, 
And  gain  from  Thy  exhaustless  store 
The  fruits  of  prayer  for  evermore. 

William  Cowper 


Come,  ye  disconsolate.  19 

COME,  YE   DISCONSOLATE. 

Come,   ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  lan- 
guish, 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel; 
Here  bring   your  wounded  hearts,   here 
tell  your  anguish. 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  heaven  cannot 
heal. 

Toy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  say- 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  heaven  cannot 
cure. 

Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life;   see  waters 
flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from 
above; 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  come,  ever 
knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  but  heaven  can  re 
move. 

Thomas  Moore,     v,  I.  2.  alt. 
Thomas  Hastings,     v.  J. 


20    Resting  from  His  Work  To-day. 

RESTING   FROM    HIS  WORK   TO-DA\ 
Resting  from  His  work  to-day, 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding-sheet, 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

Late  at  even  there  was  seen, 
Watching  long,  the  Magdalene; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend; 
Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where,  in  pure  embalmed  cell, 
None  but  Thou  may  ever  d\\  ell. 

Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 

True  affection's  offering; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 

Of  the  busy  world  around; 

And  in  patient  watch  remain 

Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 

Rev.  Thomas  IVhytehead.     al 


Lo,  the  Feast  is  spread  To-day .     2  1 

LO,   THE   FEAST   IS   SPREAD   TO-DAY! 
Lo,  the  feast  is  spread  to-day  ! 
Jesus  summons,  come  away  ! 
From  the  vanity  of  life, 
from  the  sounds  of  mirth  and  strife, 
To  the  feast  by  Jesus  given, 
Come  and  taste  the  Bread  of  Heaven. 

Why  with  proud  excuse  and  vain, 
Spurn  His  mercy  once  again  ? 
From  amidst  life's  social  ties, 
From  the  farm  and  merchandise, 
Come,  for  all  is  now  prepared ; 
Freely  given,  be  freely  shared. 

Blessed  are  the  lips  that  taste 
Our  Redeemer's  marriage  feast; 
Blessed  who  on  Him  shall  feed, 
Bread  of  Life  and  drink  indeed. 
Blessed,  for  their  thirst  is  o'er, 
They  shall  never  hunger  more. 

Make,  then,  once  again  your  choice, 
Hear  to-day  His  calling  voice; 
Servants,  do  your  Master's  will; 
Bidden  guests,  His  table  fill; 
Come,  before  His  wrath  shall  swear: 
Ye  shall  never  enter  there. 

I\tz/.  Henry  Alford. 


22  While  Thee  I  seek. 

WHILE  THEE  I   SEEK. 
While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see: 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  Thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill; 
Resigned  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear, 

The  lowering  storm  shall  see; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 

That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

Miss  Helm  Maria  Williams 


Sweet  is  the    Work.  23 

SWEET   IS  THE    WORK. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks,  and 

sing; 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 

Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest; 
No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord. 
And    bless    His   works,    and    bless    His 

word ; 
His   works   of  grace,    how    bright    they 

shine, 
How  deep  His  counsels,  how  divine. 

Lord,  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part. 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  1  desired  or  wished  below; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,     ab. 


24  Praise,   my  Soul. 

PRAISE,   MY   SOUL. 
Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven; 

To  His  feet  thy  tribute  bring; 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven, 
Evermore  His  praises  sing: 

Alleluia!  Alleluia! 
Praise  the  everlasting  King. 

Praise  Him  for  His  grace  and  favor 

To  our  fathers  in  distress; 
Praise  Him  still  the  same  as  ever, 

Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless: 
Alleluia!  Alleluia! 

Glorious  in  His  faithfulness. 

Father-like,  He  tends  and  spares  us, 
Well  our  feeble  frame  He  knows; 

In  His  hands  He  gently  bears  us, 
Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes: 

Alleluia!  Alleluia! 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 

Angels  in  the  height  adore  Him! 

Ye  behold  Him  face  to  face: 
Saints  triumphant  bow  before  Him! 
Gathered  in  of  every  race: 

Alleluia!  Alleluia! 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte. 
Rev.  Sir  Henry   Williams  Baker. 


Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  Light.      25 

HOLY   SPIRIT,   LORD  OF  LIGHT. 
Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light, 
From  Thy  clear  celestial  height, 

Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give. 

Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor, 
Come,  with  treasures  which  endure, 
Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live. 

Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast, 
Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow. 

Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet, 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat, 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 

Light  immortal,  Light  divine, 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine, 
And  our  inmost  being  fill. 

If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away, 

Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay; 

All  his  good  is  turned  to  ill. 

Heal  our  wounds,  our  strength  renew, 
On  our  dryness  pour  Thy  dew  ; 
Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away. 

Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will, 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill ; 
Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 


26  Come,    Thou   Fount. 

Thou,  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore, 
In  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend. 

Give  them  comfort  when  they  die, 

Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high; 

Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 

Robert  II.,  King  of  France. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Casivall. 


COME,   THOU   FOUNT. 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fixed  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home: 
Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  His  precious  blood. 


O  Master,    it  is  good  to  be.      27 

O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be: 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee: 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love; 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 

Rev.  Robert  Robinson. 


O   MASTER,    IT    IS    GOOD    TO   BE. 
O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
High  on  the  mountain  here  with  Thee; 
Where  stand  revealed  to  mortal  gaze 
Those  glorious  saints  of  other  days; 
Who  once  received  on  Horeb's  height 
The  eternal  laws  of  truth  and  right: 
Or  caught  the  still  small  whisper,  higher 
Than  storm,  than  earthquake,  or  than  fire. 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
With  Thee,  and  with  Thy  faithful  Three; 
Here,  where  the  apostle's  heart  of  rock 
Is  nerved  against  temptation's  shock; 
Here,  where  the  son  of  thunder  learns 
The  thought  that  breathes,  and  word  that 

burns; 
Here,  where  on  eagle's  wings  we  move 
With  Him  whose  last  best  creed  is  love. 


28      A    closer    Walk   with    God. 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Entranced,  enwrapt,  alone  with  Thee; 
And  watch  Thy  glistering  raiment  glow 
Whiter  than  Hermon's  whitest  snow; 
The  human  lineaments  that  shine 
Irradiant  with  a  light  divine: 
Till  we  too  change  from  grace  to  grace, 
Gazing  on  that  transfigured  Face. 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Here  on  the  holy  mount  with  Thee: 
When  darkling  in  the  depths  of  night, 
When  dazzled  with  excess  of  light, 
We  bow  before  the  heavenly  Voice 
That  bids  bewildered  souls  rejoice, 
Though  love  wax  cold,  and  faith  be  dim, 
"  This  is  My  Son,  O  hear  ye  Him." 

Rev.  Arthur  Penrhyn  Stanley. 


A   CLOSER   WALK   WITH    GOD. 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

Where  is  the  blessedness  1  knew 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  I  lis  word  ? 


Rise,   my  Soul.  29 

What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 

The  world  can  never  fill. 

Return,  O  holy  Dove  !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 

And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  Thee  ! 

So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

William  Ccrajper 


RISE,   MY   SOUL. 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place: 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seat>  prepared  above. 


30  Rise,   my  Soul. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source: 
So  a  soul,  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

Fly  me,  riches,  fly  me,  cares, 

Whilst  I  that  coast  explore; 
Flattering  world,  with  all  thy  snares 

Solicit  me  no  more  ! 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies: 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Rev.  Robert  Seagrave.     ab. 


Come,    Holy  Spirit.  31 

COME,   HOLY   SPIRIT. 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys: 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 

In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 

Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 

And  Thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts. 


32  Come,   my  Soul. 

COME,   MY    SOUL,  THY    SUIT    PREPARE. 
Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 

Take  possession  of  my  breast; 

There  Thy  blood -bought  right  maintain, 

And  without  a  rival  reign. 

While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 

Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend, 

Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

Rev.  John  Neiuton.     ab. 


Since  oer  Thy  Footstool.        3  3 

SINCE   O'ER  THY   FOOTSTOOL. 
Since  o'er  Thy  footstool  here  below 

Such  radiant  gems  are  strewn, 

Oh,  what  magnificence  must  glow, 

My  God,  about  Thy  throne  ! 

So  brilliant  here  those  drops  of  light, — 

There  the  full  ocean  rolls,  how  bright ! 

If  night's  blue  curtain  of  the  sky 

With  thousand  stars  inwrought, 
Hung  like  a  royal  canopy 

With  glittering  diamonds  fraught, 
Be,  Lord,  Thy  temple's  outer  veil, 
What  splendor  at  the  shrine  must  dwell ! 

The  dazzling  sun,  at  noontide  hour, 

Forth  from  his  flaming  vase, 
Flinging  o'er  earth  the  golden  shower, 
Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze, 
But  shows,  O  Lord  !  one  beam  of  Thine: 
What,  then,  the  day  where  Thou  dost  shine! 

Ah !  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 

That  noon  of  living  rays, 
Or  how  my  spirit  so  impure 
Upon  Thy  glory  gaze? 
Anoint,  O  Lord  !  anoint  my  sight, 
And  robe  me  for  that  world  of  light ! 

Rev.  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg. 


34  Lead,    kindly  Light. 

LEAD,    KINDLY   LIGHT. 
Lead,   kindly    Light,   amid    the   encircling 
gloom, 

Lead  Thou  me  on; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home; 

Lead  Thou  me  on; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will.     Remember  not  past 
years ! 

So  long  Thy  Power  hast  blest  me,  sure  it 
still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent, 
till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved   long   since,   and  lost 
awhile  ! 

Rev.  yohn  Henry  Newman. 


When  I  can  read  my  Title.      35 

WHEN    I    CAN    READ    MY   TITLE. 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all: 

There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Rev,  Isaac  Watts. 


NEW   EVERY   MORNING. 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 


36  Aivake,   my  Soul. 

New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  round  us  while  we  pray; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 
New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  Heaven. 

If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 
New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  need  to  ask, 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 
To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

Only,  O  Lord,  in  Thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

Rev.  John  Keble. 


AWAKE,  MY  SOUL. 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

Redeem  thy  misspent  time  that's  past, 
And  live  this  day  as  if  thy  last; 


Awake,   my  Soul.  $7 

Improve  thy  talent  with  due  care, 
For  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 
Thy  conscience  as  the  noon -day  clear; 
Think  how  all-seeing  God  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 

By  influence  of  the  light  divine, 
Let  thy  own  light  in  good  works  shine; 
Reflect  all  heaven's  propitious  rays 
In  ardent  love  and  cheerful  praise. 

Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  Thee  eternal  King. 

I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir; 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire; 
That  I  like  you  my  age  may  spend, 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend. 

All  praise  to  Thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  light  partake. 

Lord,  I  my  vow-  to  Thee  renew; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 


38        Glory,   my  God,   to  Thee. 

Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 

All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 

In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp.  Thomas  Ken.    ad. 


GLORY,   MY   GOD,   TO  THEE. 
Glory,  my  God,  to  Thee  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  almighty  wings. 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed; 
To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 
And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close; 
Sleep,  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 


Brightest  and  best.  39 

When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie. 
My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

O,  when  shall  I  in  endless  day 
Forever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  Thee  eternal  King. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp.  Thomas  Ken.    ab. 


BRIGHTEST   AND   BEST. 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
ing, 
Dawn   on    our    darkness,    and    lend    us 
Thine  aid; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Cold    on    His    cradle    the    dew-drops    are 
shining, 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall; 
Angels  adore  Him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all ! 


40        0  come,   all  ye  Faithful. 

Say,  shall   we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devo- 
tion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the   mountain  and  pearls  of  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest  or  gold  from  the 
mine? 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God  are   the   prayers   of   the 
poor. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
ing, 
Dawn    on    our    darkness,    and    lend    us 
Thine  aid; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide    where    our   infant    Redeemer    is 

laid. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber. 


O   COME,   ALL  YE  FAITHFUL. 
O  come,  all  ye  faithful,  triumphantly  sing, 
Come  see  in  the  manger  the  angels'  dread 

King; 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord; 
O  hasten,  O  hasten,  to  worship  the  Lord. 


My  Heart  this  Night  rejoices.      4 1 

True  Son  of  the  Father,  He  comes  from  the 
skies; 

The  womb  of  the  Virgin  He  doth  not  de- 
spise ; 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord; 

O  hasten,  O  hasten,  to  worship  the  Lord. 

O  hark  to  the  angels,  all  singing  in  heaven, 
"  To  God  in  the  highest,  all  glory  be  given." 
To  Bethlehem  hasten,  with  joyful  accord, 
O  hasten,  O  hasten,  to  worship  the  Lord. 

To  Thee,  then,  O  Jesus,  this  day  of  Thy  birth, 
Be  glory  and  honor  through  heaven  and 

earth ; 
True  Godhead  Incarnate,  Omnipotent  Word: 
O  hasten,  O  hasten,  to  worship  the  Lord. 
Unknown  Author,  of  uncertain  date. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall. 


MY   HEART  THIS   NIGHT   REJOICES. 
All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices, 
As  I  hear, 
Far  and  near, 
Sweetest  angel  voices: 
"Christ  is  born,"  their  choirs  are  singing, 
Till  the  air 
Everywhere 
Now  with  joy  is  ringing. 


4  2     My  Heart  this  Night  rejoices. 

Hark  !  a  voice  from  yonder  manger, 
Soft  and  sweet, 
Doth  entreat: 
"  Flee  from  woe  and  danger; 
Brethren,  come:  from  all  that  grieves  you 
You  are  freed; 
All  you  need 
I  will  surely  give  you." 

Come,  then,  let  us  hasten  yonder; 
Here  let  all, 
Great  and  small, 
Kneel  in  awe  and  wonder; 
Love  Him  who  with  love  is  yearning; 
Hail  the  Star 
That  from  far 
Bright  with  hope  is  burning  ! 

Ye  who  pine  in  weary  sadness, 
Weep  no  more, 
For  the  door 
Now  is  found  of  gladness. 
Cling  to  Him,  for  He  will  guide  you 
Where  no  cross, 
Pain  or  loss, 
Can  again  betide  you. 

Hither  come,  ye  heavy-hearted, 
Who  for  sin, 
Deep  within, 
Long  and  sore  have  smarted: 


My  Heart  this  Night  rejoices.      43 

For  the  poisoned  wounds  you're  feeling 
Help  is  near; 
One  is  here 
Mighty  for  their  healing. 
Hither  come,  ye  poor  and  wretched, 
Know  His  will 
Is  to  fill 
Every  hand  outstretched; 
Here  are  riches  without  measure, 
Here  forget 
All  regret, 
Fill  your  hearts  with  treasure. 
Blessed  Saviour,  let  me  find  Thee  ! 
Keep  Thou  me 
Close  to  Thee, 
Cast  me  not  behind  Thee  ! 
Life  of  life,  my  heart  Thou  stillest, 
Calm  I  rest 
On  Thy  breast, 
All  this  void  Thou  fillest. 
Heedfully  my  Lord  I'll  cherish, 
Live  to  Thee, 
And  with  Thee 
Dying  shall  not  perish; 
But  shall  dwell  with  Thee  forever, 
Far  on  high, 
In  the  joy 
That  can  alte;  never. 

Rez>.  Paul  Gerhardt, 
Tr.  by  Mis*  Catherine  Winkiuorth      ab. 


44    Hark!  what  mean  'those  Voices? 

HARK!   WHAT   MEAN  THOSE  VOICES? 
Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 

Sweetly  warbling  in  the  skies  ? 
Sure  the  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Loudest  hallelujahs  rise. 
Hallelujah  ! 

Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy: 

"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 
Hallelujah  ! 

"Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found; 

Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 
Hallelujah  ! 

"  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ! 

Heaven  and  earth  His  glory  sing ! 
Glad  receive  whom  God  appointed 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 
Hallelujah ! 

"Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him, 
Learn  His  name  and  taste  His  joy, 

Till  in  heaven  you  sing  before  Him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  I 
Hallelujah!" 


Of  the  Father  s  Love  begotten.     45 

Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 

Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth, 
Spread  the  brightness  of  His  glory, 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 
Hallelujah  ! 

Rei>.  John  Cawood 


OF   THE   FATHER'S   LOVE   BEGOTTEN. 

Of  the  Father's  love  begotten, 
Ere  the  worlds  began  to  be, 

He  is  Alpha  and  Omega, 

He  the  source,  the  ending  He, 

Of  the  things  that  are,  that  have  been, 
And  the  future  years  shall  see, 
Evermore  and  evermore  ! 

He  is  here,  whom  seers  in  old  time 
Chanted  of,  while  ages  ran; 

Whom  the  voices  of  the  Prophets 
Promised  since  the  world  began: 

Then  foretold,  now  manifested, 
To  receive  the  praise  of  man, 
Evermore  and  evermore  ! 

Oh  that  ever-blessed  birthday, 
When  the  Virgin,  full  of  grace, 

Of  the  Holy  Ghost  incarnate 
Bare  the  Saviour  of  our  race; 


46     Of  the  Father  s  Lave  begotten. 

And  that  Child,  the  world's  Redeemer, 
First  displayed  His  Sacred  Face, 
Evermore  and  evermore  ! 

Praise  Him,  O  ye  heavens  of  heavens ! 

Praise  Him,  angels  in  the  height ! 
Every  power  and  every  virtue 

Sing  the  praise  of  God  aright ! 
Let  no  tongue  of  man  be  silent, 

Let  each  heart  and  voice  unite, 
Evermore  and  evermore  ! 

Thee  let  age,  and  Thee  let  manhood, 
Thee  let  choirs  of  infants  sing; 

Thee  the  matrons  and  the  virgins, 
And  the  children  answering: 

Let  their  modest  song  re-echo, 
And  their  heart  its  praises  bring, 
Evermore  and  evermore  ! 

Laud  and  honor  to  the  Father ! 

Laud  and  honor  to  the  Son  ! 
Laud  and  honor  to  the  Spirit ! 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One: 
Consubstantia',  co-eternal, 

While  unending  ages  run, 
Evermore  and  evermore  ! 

Tr.  from  " Clemens  Auretius  Prudentiut" 


//  came  upon  the  Midnight  char.     4  7 

IT  CAME  UPON  THE  MIDNIGHT  CLEAR. 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 
That  glorious  song  of  old, 

From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 
To  touch  their  harps  of  gold: 

"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men 
From  heaven's  all-gracious  King!" 

The  world  in  solemn  stillness  lay- 
To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

Still  through  the  cloven  skies  they  come, 

With  peaceful  wings  unfurled; 
And  still  their  heavenly  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world: 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  heavenly  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 

Vet  with  the  woes  of  sin  and  strife 

The  world  has  suffered  long; 
Beneath  the  angel -strain  have  rolled 

Two  thousand  years  of  wrong; 
And  men,  at  war  with  men,  hear  not 

The  love-song  which  they  bring: 
Oh!  hush  the  noise,  ye  men  of  strife, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing! 

And  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load 
Whose  forms  are  bending  low; 


48    At  the  Cross  her  Station  keeping. 

Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way 
With  painful  steps  and  slow, — 

Look  now!  for  glad  and  golden  hours 
Come  swiftly  on  the  wing: 

Oh!  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 
And  hear  the  angels  sing! 

For  lo!  the  days  are  hastening  on, 

By  prophet-bards  foretold, 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold; 
When  Peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  ancient  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing. 

Rev.  Edmund  Haniilton  Sears. 


AT  THE  CROSS  HER  STATION  KEEPING. 

At  the  cross  her  station  keeping, 
Stood  the  mournful  Mother  weeping, 

Where  He  hung,  her  Son  and  Lord; 
For  her  soul,  of  joy  bereaved, 
Bowed  with  anguish,  deeply  grieved, 

Felt  the  sharp  and  piercing  sword. 

Oh,  how  sad  and  sore  distressed 
Now  was  she,  that  Mother  blessed 
Of  the  sole-begotten  One; 


At  the  Cross  her  Station  keeping.     49 

Deep  the  woe  of  her  affliction 

When  she  saw  the  Crucifixion 

Of  her  ever-glorious  Son. 

Who,  on  Christ's  dear  Mother  gazing, 
Pierced  by  anguish  so  amazing, 

Born  of  woman,  would  not  weep  ? 
Who,  on  Christ's  dear  Mother  thinking, 
Such  a  cup  of  sorrow  drinking, 

Would  not  share  her  sorrows  deep  ? 

For  His  people's  sins  chastised 
She  beheld  her  Son  despised, 

Scourged,  and  crowned  with  thorns  en- 
twined ; 
Saw  Him  then  from  judgment  taken, 
And  in  death  by  all  forsaken, 

Till  His  Spirit  He  resigned. 


Jesu,  may  such  deep  devotion 
Stir  in  me  the  same  emotion, 

Fount  of  love,  Redeemer  kind! 
That  my  heart,  fresh  ardor  gaining, 
And  a  purer  love  attaining, 

May  with  Thee  acceptance  find. 

From  the  Latin  of  Jacopbne.    ab. 


50    Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 

ALAS,  AND  DID    MY   SAVIOUR   BLEED? 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree! 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 

For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  His  dear  cross  appears: 

Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt,  mine  eyes,  to  tears. 

But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away; 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Rev,  Isaac  Watts,    ab. 


When  I  survey  the  wondrous  Cross.    5 1 

WHEN  I  SURVEY  THE  WONDROUS  CROSS. 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 

And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God! 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down! 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  His  body  on  the  tree; 

Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  Divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts. 


52    0  sacred  Head!  now  wounded. 

O   SACRED   HEAD!  NOW   WOUNDED. 
O  sacred  Head!  now  wounded, 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down. 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  Thy  only  crown; 
O  sacred  Head!  what  glory, 

What  bliss,  till  now  was  Thine! 
Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 

I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

O  noblest  brow,  and  dearest! 

In  other  days  the  world 
All  feared  when  Thou  appearedst: 

What  shame  on  Thee  is  hurled! 
How  art  Thou  pale  with  anguish, 

With  sore  abuse  and  scorn; 
How  does  that  visage  languish, 

Which  once  was  bright  as  morn! 

The  blushes  late  residing 

Upon  that  holy  cheek, 
The  roses  once  abiding 

Upon  those  lips  so  meek, 
Alas!  they  have  departed; 

Wan  Death  has  rifled  all! 
For  weak  and  broken-hearted, 

I  see  Thy  body  fall. 

What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered, 
Was  all  for  sinners'  gain: 


O  sacred  Head !  now  wounded.     53 

Mine,  mine,  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo!  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour: 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

Receive  me,  my  Redeemer: 

My  Shepherd,  make  me  Thine, 
Of  every  good  the  fountain, 

Thou  art  the  spring  of  mine. 
Thy  lips  with  love  distilling, 

And  milk  of  truth  sincere, 
With  heaven's  bliss  are  filling 

That  soul  that  trembles  here. 

Beside  Thee,  Lord,  I've  taken 

My  place — forbid  me  not! 
Hence  will  I  ne'er  be  shaken, 

Though  Thou  to  death  be  brought, 
If  pain's  last  paleness  hold  Thee, 

In  agony  opprest, 
Then,  then,  will  I  enfold  Thee 

Within  this  arm  and  breast! 

The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  Thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
My  Lord  of  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 


54     0  sacred  Head !  now  wounded. 

Beside  the  cross  expiring, 
I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this,  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end! 
O  make  me  Thine  forever; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

And  when  I  am  departing, 

O  part  not  Thou  from  me! 
When  mortal  pangs  are  darting, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free! 
And  when  my  heart  must  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Release  me  from  mine  anguish 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe! 

Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

Oh!  show  Thy  cross  to  me; 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free! 
These  eyes  new  faith  receivin  ; 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move; 
For  he,  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely  through  Thy  love. 

Rev.  Pa  7/ 1  Gerhardt. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  James  IV.  Alexander. 


Christ \   the  Life  of  all.         55 

CHRIST,    THE   T1FE   OF   ALL. 

Christ,  the  Lite  of  all  the  living, 
Christ,  the  Death  of  death,  our  foe, 

Who  Thyself  for  me  once  giving 
To  the  darkest  depths  of  woe, 
Patiently  didst  yield  Thy  breath 
But  to  save  my  soul  from  death; 
Thousand,  thousand  thanks  shall  be, 
Blessed  Jesus,  unto  Thee. 

Thou,  ah,  Thou,  hast  taken  on  Thee 

Bitter  strokes,  a  cruel  rod ; 
Pain  and  scorn  were  heaped  upon  Thee 

O  Thou  sinless  Son  of  God  ! 

Only  Thus  for  me  to  win 

Rescue  from  the  bonds  of  sin; 

Thousand,  thousand  thanks  shall  be, 

Blessed  Jesus,  unto  Thee. 

Thou  didst  bear  the  smiting  only 
That  it  might  not  fall  un  me; 

Stoodest  falsely  charged  and  lonely, 
That  I  might  be  safe  and  free; 
Comfortless,  that  I  might  know 
Comfort  from  Thy  boundless  woe; 
Thousand,  thousand  thanks  shall  be, 
Blessed  Jesus,  unto  Thee. 

Then  for  all  that  wrought  our  pardon, 
Pur  Thy  sorrows  deep  and  sore, 


5  6  Now,  my  Soul,  thy  Voice  upraising. 

Por  Thine  anguish  in  the  garden, 
I  will  thank  Thee  evermore; 
Thank  Thee  with  my  latest  breath 
For  Thy  sad  and  cruel  death; 
For  that  last  and  bitter  cry, 
Praise  Thee  evermore  on  high. 

From  German  of  Ernst  Christoph  Homburg. 


NOW,  MY  SOUL,  THY  VOICE  UPRAISING. 

Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising, 
Tell  in  sweet  and  mournful  strain, 

How  the  Crucified,  enduring 

Grief,  and  wounds,  and  dying  pain, 

Freely  of  His  love  was  offered, 
Sinless  was  for  sinners  slain. 

Scourged  with  unrelenting  fury 
For  the  sins  which  we  deplore, 

By  His  livid  stripes  He  heals  us, 
Raising  us  to  fall  no  more: 

All  our  bruises  gently  soothing, 
Binding  up  the  bleeding  sore. 

See,  His  hands  and  feet  are  fastened ; 

So  He  makes  His  people  free: 
Not  a  wound  whence  blood  is  flowing 

But  a  fount  of  grace  shall  be; 
Yea  the  very  nails  which  nail  Him 

Nail  us  also  to  the  tree. 


The  Ro\ 'a/  Banna's  forward  go.     5  7 

Through  His  heart  the  spear  is  piercing, 
Though  His  foes  have  seen  Him  die ; 

Blood  and  water  thence  are  streaming 
In  a  tide  of  mystery, 

Water  from  our  guilt  to  cleanse  us, 
Blood  to  win  us  crowns  on  high. 

Jesus,  may  those  precious  fountains 

Drink  to  thirsting  souls  afford; 
Let  them  be  our  cup  and  healing, 
And  at  length  our  full  reward; 
So  a  ransomed  world  shall  ever 
Praise  Thee,  its  redeeming  Lord. 

Santolins  Maglorianns. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker. 


THE  ROYAL  BANNERS  FORWARD  GO 

The  Royal  Banners  forward  go, 
The  Cross  shines  forth  in  mystic  glow; 
Where  He  in  flesh,  our  flesh  Who  made, 
Our  sentence  bore,  our  ransom  paid. 

There,  whilst  He  hung,  His  sacred  side 
By  soldier's  spear  was  opened  wide, 
To  cleanse  us  in  the  precious  flood 
Of  water  mingled  with  His  blood. 

Fulfilled  is  all  that  David  told 
In  true  prophetic  song  of  old, 


5  8     The  Royal  Banners  forward  go. 

How  God  the  nation's  King  should  be, 
For  God  is  reigning  from  the  Tree. 

O  Tree  of  Glory,  Tree  most  fair! 
Ordained  those  Holy  Limbs  to  bear; 
How  bright  in  purple  robe  it  stood, 
The  purple  of  a  Saviour's  blood  ! 

Upon  its  arms,  so  widely  flung, 
The  weight  of  this  world's  ransom  hung: 
The  ransom  He  alone  could  pay, 
Despoiling  Satan  of  his  prey. 

With  fragrance  dropping  from  each  bough 
Sweeter  than  sweetest  nectar  Thou; 
Decked  with  the  fruit  of  peace  and  praise, 
And  glorious  with  triumphal  lays. 

Hail,  Altar  !  hail,  O  Victim  !  Thee 
Decks  now  Thy  Passion's  victory; 
Where  life  for  sinners  death  endured, 
And  life,  by  death,  for  man  procured. 

To  Thee,  Eternal  Three  in  One, 
Let  homage  meet  by  all  be  done: 
As  by  the  Cross  Thou  dost  restore, 
So  rule  and  guide  us  evermore. 

Venantius  Fortnnatus. 
Tr.  by  Rlv.  John  Mason  Neale 


There   is  a   Fountain.  59 

THERE   IS   A    FOUNTAIN. 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 

And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 

Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 

Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared 

(Unworthy  though  I  be) 
For  me  a  blood-bought,  free  reward, 

A  golden  harp  for  me  ! 


60      Hark!  the    Voice  of  Love. 

'Tis  strung  and  tuned  for  endless  years. 

And  formed  by  power  Divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 

No  other  name  but  Thine. 

William  Cowper 


HARK!   THE  VOICE  OF  LOVE. 
Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary; 
See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky: 

"  It  is  finished  !  " 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

"It  is  finished  !  "  O  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord: 

"It  is  finished  !  " 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

Finished  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law; 
Finished  all  that  God  had  promised, 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe: 

"It  is  finished  !  " 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 
Rev.  Jonathan  Evans 


In  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory.      61 

.IN   THE   CROSS  OF   CHRIST   I   GLORY. 
In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me; 
Lo !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 
Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure; 

Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

Sir  John  Bowring 


6  2       O  Jesus ,   we  adore    Thee. 

O  JESUS,   WE   ADORE   THEE. 
O  Jesus,  we  adore  Thee, 

Upon  the  cross,  our  King: 
We  bow  our  hearts  before  Thee; 

Thy  gracious  Name  we  sing: 
That  Name  hath  brought  salvation, 

That  Name,  in  life  our  stay; 
Our  peace,  our  consolation 

When  life  shall  fade  away. 

Yet  doth  the  world  disdain  Thee, 

Still  passing  by  Thy  cross: 
Lord,  may  our  hearts  retain  Thee; 

All  else  we  count  but  loss. 
The  grief  Thy  soul  endured, 

Who  can  that  grief  declare  ? 
Thy  pains  have  thus  assured 

That  Thou  Thy  foes  wilt  spare. 

Ah,  Lord,  our  sins  arraigned  Thee, 

And  nailed  Thee  to  the  tree: 
Our  pride,  O  Lord,  disdained  Thee; 

Yet  deign  our  Hope  to  be. 
O  glorious  King,  we  bless  Thee, 

No  longer  pass  Thee  by; 
O  Jesus,  we  confess  Thee 

Our  Lord  enthroned  on  high. 

Thy  wounds,  Thy  grief  beholding, 
With  Thee,  O  Lord,  we  grieve; 


Jesus,  thy  Blood.  63 

Thee  in  our  hearts  enfolding, 
Our  hearts  Thy  wounds  receive: 

Lord,  grant  to  us  remission; 
Life  through  Thy  death  restore; 

Yea,  grant  us  the  fruition 
Of  life  for  evermore. 

Rev.  A}  tliur  Tozer  Russel. 


JESUS,    THY    BLOOD. 
Jesus,  Thy  Blood  and  Righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

Bold  shall  I  stand  in  Thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay? 
Fully  absolved  through  these  I  am, 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

The  holy,  meek,  unspotted  Lamb, 
Who  from  the  P'ather's  bosom  came, 
Who  died  for  me,  e'en  me  to  atone, 
Now  for  my  Lord  and  God  I  own. 

Lord,  I  believe  Thy  precious  blood, 
Which  at  the  mercy -seat  of  God 
Forever  doth  for  sinners  plead, 
For  me — e'en  for  my  soul — was  shed. 


64  Jesus,   thy  Blood. 

Lord,  I  believe  were  sinners  more 
Than  sands  upon  the  ocean  shore, 
Thou  hast  for  all  a  ransom  paid, 
For  all  a  full  atonement  made. 

When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea: 
Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me. 

Thus  Abraham,  the  Friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  heaven's  armies  bought  with  blood; 
Saviour  of  sinners,  Thee  proclaim; 
Sinners  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

Jesus,  be  endless  praise  to  Thee, 
Whose  boundless  mercy  hath  for  me, 
For  me,  and  all  Thy  hands  have  made, 
An  everlasting  ransom  paid. 

Ah!  give  to  all  Thy  servants,  Lord, 
With  power  to  speak  Thy  gracious  word; 
That  all  who  to  Thy  wounds  will  flee, 
May  find  eternal  life  in  Thee. 

Thou,  God  of  power,  Thou,  God  of  love, 
Let  the  whole  world  Thy  mercy  prove! 
Now  let  Thy  word  o'er  all  prevail ; 
Now  take  the  spoils  of  death  and  hell. 

Nikolaus  Ludivig  Zinzendorf.     ab. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Weshy. 


Szveet  the  Moments.  6 

SWEET  THE  MOMENTS 
Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend; 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood: 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  His  cross  to  lie; 
While  I  see  Divine  compassion 

Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze: 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven, — ■ 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  His  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go; 
Prove  His  wounds  each  day  more  healing 

And  Himself  most  deeply  know! 

Rev.  Walter  Shirley, 


66     The  Morning  purples  all  the  Sky. 

THE  MORNING  PURPLES  ALL  THE  SKY. 

The  morning  purples  all  the  sky, 

The  air  with  praises  rings; 
Defeated  hell  stands  sullen  by, 

The  world  exulting  sings: 
Glory  to  God!  our  glad  lips  cry; 

All  praise  and  worship  be 
On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  God  Most  High, 

For  Christ's  great  victory! 

While  He,  the  King  all  strong  to  save, 

Rends  the  dark  doors  away, 
And  through  the  breaches  of  the  grave 

Strides  forth  into  the  day. 
Glory  to  God!  our  glad  lips  cry; 

All  praise  and  worship  be 
On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  God  Most  High, 

For  Christ's  great  victory! 

Death's  captive,  in  his  gloomy  prison 

Fast  fettered  He  has  lain; 
But  He  has  mastered  death,  is  risen, 

And  death  wears  now  the  chain. 
Glory  to  God!  our  glad  lips  cry; 

All  praise  and  worship  be 
On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  God  Most  High, 

For  Christ's  great  victory! 

The  shining  angels  cry,  "Away 
With  grief;  no  spices  bring; 


Hallelujah!  Hallelujah/        67 

Not  tears,  but  songs,  this  joyful  day, 
Should  greet  the  rising  King  !  " 

Glory  to  God!  our  glad  lips  cry; 
All  praise  and  worship  be 

On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  God  Most  High, 
For  Christ'.^  great  victory! 

That  Thou  our  Paschal  Lamb  may-t  be, 

And  endless  joy  begin, 
Jesus.  Deliverer,  set  us  free 

From  the  dread  death  of  sin. 
Glory  to  God!  our  glad  lips  cry; 

All  praise  and  worship  be 
On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  God  Most  High 

For  Christ's  great  victory! 

Rev.  Alexander  R.  Thompson. 


HALLELUJAH  !    HALLELUJAH  ! 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

Finished  is  the  battle  now: 

The  crown  is  on  the  Victor's  brow! 

Hence  with  sadness ! 

Sing  with  gladness, 
Hallelujah! 

Hallelujah!   Hallelujah! 

After  sharp  death  that  Him  befell, 

Jesus  Christ  hath  conquered  hell. 


68        Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

Earth  is  singing, 
Heaven  is  ringing, 
Hallelujah ! 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

On  the  third  morning  He  arose, 

Bright  with  victory  o'er  His  foes. 

Sing  we  lauding, 

And  applauding, 
Hallelujah! 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

He  hath  closed  hell's  brazen  door, 

And  heaven  is  open  evermore! 

Hence  with  sadness! 

Sing  with  gladness, 
Hallelujah! 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Lord,  by  Thy  wounds  we  call  on  Thee, 
So  from  ill  death  to  set  us  free, 
That  our  living 
Be  thanksgiving! 
Hallelujah! 
Latin  Hymn  of  Tzvclfth  Century. 
Tr.  by  Rez>.  John  Mason  Neale. 


To  Hi/h.  Who  for  >  ur  Sins.      6y 

TO   HJM,   WHO   FOR  OUR   SINS. 

To  Him,  who  for  our  sins  was  slam, 
To  Him,  for  all  His  dying  pain. 

Sing  we  Halleluiah! 
To  Him,  the  Lamb  our  sacrifice, 
Who  gave  His  soul  our  ransom-price, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah! 

To  Him,  who  died  that  we  might  die 
To  sin,  and  live  with  Him  on  high, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah! 
To  Him,  who  rose  that  we  might  ri^e 
And  reign  with  Him  beyond  the  skies, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah! 

To  Him,  who  now  for  us  doth  plead 
And  helpeth  us  in  all  our  need, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah! 
To  Him,  who  doth  prepare  on  high 
Our  home  in  immortality, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah! 

To  Him  be  glory  evermore; 

Ye  heavenly  hosts,  your  Lord  adore; 

Sing  we  Hallelujah! 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  most  great,  our  joy  and  boast, 

Sing  we  Hallelujah! 

Rev.  Arthur  Tozer  Russcl. 


70     9Tis  the  Day  of  Resurrection. 

'TIS  THE  DAY   OF   RESURRECTION. 

'Tis  the  day  of  Resurrection, 

Earth !  tell  it  out  abroad  ! 
The  Passover  of  gladness! 

The  Passover  of  God ! 
From  Death  to  life  Eternal, — 

From  this  world  to  the  sky, 
Our  Christ  hath  brought  us  over, 

With  hymns  of  victory. 

Our  hearts  be  pure  from  evil, 

That  we  may  see  aright 
The  Lord  in  rays  eternal 

Of  resurrection  light: 
And,  listening  to  His  accents, 

May  hear,  so  calm  and  plain, 
His  own  "All hail!" — and  hearing, 

May  raise  the  victor  strain! 

Now  let  the  heavens  be  joyful! 

Let  earth  her  song  begin! 
Let  the  round  world  keep  triumph, 

And  all  that  is  therein: 
Invisible  and  visible 

Their  notes  let  all  things  blend, — 
For  Christ  the  Lord  hath  risen, 

Our  joy  that  hath  no  end. 

John  of  Damascus. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale. 


Come,  ye  Faithful  7 

COME,   YE   FAITHFUL. 
Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  strain 

Of  triumphant  gladness! 
God  hath  brought  His  Israel 

Into  joy  from  sadness. 
Loosed  from  Pharaoh's  bitter  yoke 

Jacob's  sons  and  daughters; 
Led  them  with  unmoistened  foot 

Through  the  Red  Sea  waters. 

Tis  the  spring  of  souls  to-day: 

Christ  hath  burst  His  prison; 
And  from  three  days'  sleep  in  death, 

As  a  sun,  hath  risen. 
All  the  winter  of  our  sins, 

Long  and  dark,  is  flying 
From  His  light,  to  whom  we  give 

Laud  and  praise  undying. 

Now  the  queen  of  seasons,  bright 

With  the  day  of  splendor, 
With  the  royal  Fea^t  of  feasts, 

Comes  its  joy  to  render: 
Comes  to  glad  Jerusalem, 

Who  with  true  affection 
Welcomes,  in  unwearied  strains, 

Jesu's  Resurrection. 

Neither  might  the  gates  of  death, 
Nor  the  tomb's  dark  portal, 


7  2     Still  thy  sorrow,  Magdalena  ! 

Nor  the  watchers,  nor  the  seal, 

Hold  Thee  as  a  mortal: 
But  to-day  admidst  the  twelve 
Thou  didst  stand,  bestowing 
That  Thy  peace,  which  evermore 
Passeth  human  knowing. 

John  of  Damascus. 
Tr.  by  Rev.   John  Mason  Neale. 


STILL  THY  SORROW,   MAGDALENA. 
Still  thy  sorrow,  Magdalena  ! 

Wipe  the  tear-drops  from  thine  eyes; 
Not  at  Simon's  board  Thou  kneelest, 

Pouring  thy  repentant  sighs: 
All  with  thy  glad  heart  rejoices; 
All  things  sing  with  happy  voices, 
Hallelujah  ! 

Laugh  with  rapture,  Magdalena ! 

Be  thy  drooping  forehead  bright; 
Banished  now  is  every  anguish, 

Breaks  anew  thy  morning  light: 
Christ  from  death  the  world  hath  freed; 
He  is  risen,  is  risen  indeed: 
Hallelujah? 

Joy  !  exult,  O  Magdalena  ! 

He  hath  burst  the  rocky  prison; 
Ended  are  the  days  of  darkness; 

Conqueror  hath  He  arisen. 


See,    the   Conqueror.  73 

Mourn  no  more  the  Christ  departed ; 
Run  to  welcome  Him,  glad -hearted: 
Hallelujah  ! 

Lift  thine  eyes,  O  Magdalena  ! 

See  !  thy  living  Master  stands; 
See  His  face,  as  ever,  smiling; 

See  those  wounds  upon  His  hands, 
On  His  feet,  His  sacred  side, — 
Gems  that  deck  the  Glorified ; 
Hallelujah  ! 

Live,  now  live,  O  Magdalena  ! 

Shining  is  thy  new-born  day; 
Let  thy  bosom  pant  with  pleasure, 

Death's  poor  terror  flee  away; 
Far  from  thee  the  tears  of  sadness, 
Welcome  love,  and  welcome  gladness ! 
Hallelujah  ! 

From  the  Latin. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  A.  IVashburn. 


SEE,   THE   CONQUEROR. 

See,  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph, 

See  the  King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  the  clouds  His  chariot 

To  His  heavenly  palace-gate; 


74  See,   the  Conqueror. 

Hark,  the  choirs  of  angel-voices 

Joyful  Hallelujahs  sing! 
And  the  portals  high  are  lifted, 

To  receive  their  heavenly  King. 

Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  Jubilee? 
Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 

He  has  gained  the  victory; 
He  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 

He  who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 

He  by  death  hath  spoiled  His  foes. 

Now  our  heavenly  Aaron  enters, 

With  His  blood  within  the  veil; 
Joshua  now  is  come  to  Canaan, 

And  the  kings  before  Him  quail; 
Now  He  plants  the  tribes  of  Israel 

In  their  promised  resting-place; 
Now  our  great  Elijah  offers 

Double  portion  of  His  grace. 

Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature 

On  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand; 
There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places, 

There  with  Thee  in  glory  stand; 
Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels; 

Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne; 
Mighty  Lord,  in  Thine  Ascension 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 


i/;  is  gone;  beyond  the  Skies.      75 

Lift  us  up  from  earth  to  heaven, 

Give  us  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
Gales  of  holy  aspirations 

Wafting  us  to  realms  above; 
That,  with  hearts  and  mind-  uplifted. 

We  with  Christ  our  Lord  may  dwell, 
Where  He  sits  enthroned  in  glory 

In  the  heavenly  citadel. 

So  at  last,  when  He  appeareth, 

We  from  out  our  graves  may  spring, 
With  our  youth  renewed  like  eagles', 

Flocking  round  our  heavenly  King, 
Caught  up  on  the  clouds  of  heaven, 

And  may  meet  Him  in  the  air, 
Rise  to  realms  where  He  is  reigning, 

And  may  reign  forever  there. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth,     ab 


HE   15   GONE;   BEYOND    THE   SKIES, 

He  is  gone;  beyond  the  skies, 
A  cloud  receives  Him  from  our  eyes, 
Gone  beyond  the  highest  height 
Of  mortal  gaze  or  angel's  flight; 
Through  the  veils  of  time  and  space, 
Passed  into  the  holiest  place: 
All  the  toil.  •  lone, 

Ail  the  battle  fought  and  won. 


J 6     He  is  gone;  beyond  the  Skies. 

He  is  gone;  and  we  return, 
And  our  hearts  within  us  burn ; 
Olivet  no  more  shall  greet, 
With  welcome  shout  His  coming  feet; 
Never  shall  we  track  Him  more 
On  Gennesareth's  glistening  shore; 
Never  in  that  look  or  voice 
Shall  Zion's  walls  again  rejoice. 

He  is  gone;  and  we  remain 
In  this  world  of  sin  and  pam, 
In  the  void  which  He  has  left; 
On  this  earth  of  Him  bereft, 
We  have  still  His  work  to  do, 
We  can  still  His  path  pursue; 
Seek  Him  both  in  friend  or  foe, 
In  ourselves  His  image  show. 

He  is  gone;  but  we  once  more 
Shall  behold  Him  as  before, 
In  the  heaven  of  heavens  the  same 
As  on  earth  He  went  and  came; 
In  the  many  mansions  there, 
Place  for  us  He  will  prepare; 
In  that  world,  unseen,  unknown, 
He  and  we  may  yet  be  one. 

He  is  gone,  but  not  in  vain; 
Wait  until  He  comes  again; 
He  is  risen,  He  is  not  here; 
Far  above  this  earthly  sphere, 


Our  Lord  is  risen.  77 

Evermore  in  heart  and  mind, 
There  our  peace  in  Him  we  find; 
To  our  own  Eternal  Friend 
Thitherward  let  us  ascend. 

Re-*.1.  Arthur  Penrhyn  Stanley 


OUR   LORD    IS   RISEN. 
Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead: 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
There  His  triumphant  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way! 

Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene: 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right; 

Receive  the  King  of  glory  in  ! 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord  who  all  our  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew; 

And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name. 

Lo  !  His  triumphant  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way ! 


78  All  hail  the  Power. 

Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ?  who  ? 

The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too; 

God  over  all,  forever  blest ! 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley. 


ALL   HAIL  THE   POWER. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

To  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Let  high-born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre, 

And,  as  they  tune  it,  fall 
Before  His  face  who  tunes  their  choir, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all  ! 

Crown  Him,  ye  morning-stars  of  light ! 

Who  fixed  this  floating  ball; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all  ! 

Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call; 
Extol  the  Stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 


The  Head  that  once  was  Crowned.    79 

Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, — 
Whom  David  Lord  did  call, — 

The  God  incarnate,  Man  Divine, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Let  every  tribe  and  every  tongue 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

Rev.  Edward  Perronet. 


THE  HEAD  THAT  ONCE  WAS  CROWNED. 
The  Head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  His,  is  His  by  right,— 
"  The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords," 

And  heaven's  eternal  Light ! 

The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  love, 

And  grants  His  name  to  know. 


80       Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry. 

To  them,  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given; 
Their  name  an  everlasting  name, 

Their  joy  the  joy  of  heaven. 

They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above; 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 

The  mystery  of  His  love. 

The  cross  He  bore  is  life  and  health, 
Though  shame  and  death  to  Him; 

His  people's  hope,  His  people's  health, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly. 


SON  OF  GOD,  TO  THEE   I   CRY. 

Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry: 
By  the  holy  mystery 
Of  Thy  dwelling  here  on  earth; 
By  Thy  pure  and  holy  birth, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

Lamb  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry: 
By  Thy  bitter  agony, 
By  Thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  Thy  Spirit's  parting  groan, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 


I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives.     81 

Prince  of  Life,  to  Thee  I  cry: 
By  Thy  glorious  majesty, 
By  Thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Meek  to  suffer,  strong  to  save, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

Lord  of  glory,  God  most  High, 
Man  exalted  to  the  sky, 
With  Thy  love  my  bosom  fill, 
Prompt  me  to  perform  Thy  will; 
Then  Thy  glory  I  shall  see, 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  Thee. 

Bp.  Richard  Mont. 


I    KNOW   THAT    MY    REDEEMER    LIVES. 
I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  ever  prays  for  me; 
A  token  of  His  love  He  gives, 

A  pledge  of  liberty. 

I  find  Him  lifting  up  my  head, 

He  brings  salvation  near: 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 

And  He  will  soon  appear. 

Far  spent  is  the  Egyptian  night 
Of  fear,  and  pain,  and  grief: 

And  lo,  I  see  the  morning  light 
That  brings  assured  relief. 


8  2     We  were  not  with  the  Faithful. 

Jesus,  I  hang  upon  Thy  word; 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 

And  to  Thyself  receive. 

When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 

Of  paradise  possessed, 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley. 


WE    WERE    NOT    WITH   THE    FAITHFUL. 
We  were  not  with  the  faithful  few 

W7ho  stood  Thy  bitter  cross  around, 
Nor  heard  Thy  prayer  for  those  that  slew, 

Nor  felt  that  earthquake  rock  the  ground; 
We  saw  no  spear- wound  pierce  Thy  side: 
Yet  we  believe  that  Thou  hast  died. 

No  angel's  message  met  our  ear 
On  that  first  glorious  Easter  day, — 

"  The  Lord  is  risen.     He  is  not  here: 
Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay!" 

But  we  believe  that  Thou  didst  quell 

The  banded  powers  of  death  and  hell. 

We  saw  Thee  not  return  on  high; 

And  now.  our  longing  sight  to  bless, 
No  ray  of  glory  from  the  sky 


Jesus,  I  my  Cross  have  taken.      83 

Shines  down  upon  our  wilderness: 
Vet  we  believe  that  Thou  art  there, 
And  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  praise  and  prayer. 

From  the  Canterbury  Hymnal. 


JESUS,   I    MY   CROSS   HAVE  TAKEN. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee, 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought  or  hoped  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me: 

Thou  art  not  like  them,  untrue. 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might! 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me 

Show  Thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn  and  pain: 
In  Thy  service  pain  is  pleasure; 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 


84     Jesus,  I  my  Cross  have  taken. 

I  have  called  Thee  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 
Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  lo  me! 
Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee! 

Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation! 

Rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee, 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine, 
What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee; 

Child  of  heaven,  should 'st  thou  repine? 

Haste,  then,  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days; 
Hope  soon  change  to  full  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 
Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte. 


Jesu,  Name  all  Names  above.      85 

JESU,    NAME   ALL   NAMES   ABOVE. 
Tesu.  name  all  names  above, 

Jesu,  best  and  dearest, 
Jesu,  Fount  of  perfect  love, 

Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest! 
Jesu,  source  of  grace  completest, 
Jesu  truest,  Jesu  sweetest, 

Jesu,  Well  of  power  divine, 

Make  me,  keep  me,  seal  me  Thine! 

Jesu,  open  me  the  gate 

Which  the  sinner  entered, 
Who  in  his  last  dying  state 

Wholly  on  Thee  ventured. 
Thou  whose  wounds  are  ever  pleading, 
And  Thy  passion  interceding, 

From  my  misery  let  me  rise 

To  a  home  in  Paradise! 

Thou  didst  call  the  prodigal; 

Thou  didst  pardon  Mary: 
Thou  whose  words  can -never  fall, 

Love  can  never  vary, 
Lord,  amidst  my  lost  condition 
Give — for  Thou  canst  give — contrition! 

Thou  can'st  pardon  all  mine  ill: 

If  Thou  wilt,  0  say,  "I  will"! 

Woe,  that  I  have  turned  aside 
After  fleshly  pleasure! 


!  6    Jesuy  Name  all  Names  above. 

Woe,  that  I  have  never  tried 
For  the  heavenly  treasure! 

Treasure,  safe  in  homes  supernal; 

Incorruptible,  eternal! 

Treasure  no  less  price  hath  won 
Than  the  Passion  of  the  Son! 

Jesu,  crowned  with  thorns  for  me, 
Scourged  for  my  transgression! 

Witnessing,  through  agony, 
That  Thy  good  confession; 

Jesu,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 

For  my  evils  making  payment; 
Let  not  all  Thy  woe  and  pain, 
Let  not  Calvary  be  in  vain! 

When  I  reach  Death's  bitter  sea, 

And  its  waves  roll  higher, 
Help  the  more  forsaking  me, 

As  the  storm  draws  nigher: 
Jesu,  leave  me  not  to  languish! 
Helpless,  hopeless,  full  of  anguish! 

Tell  me, — "  Verily,  I  say, 

Thou  shalt  be  with  me  to-day!" 

Theoctistus  of  t lie  Studium. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale. 


Jesu!  the  very  thought  of  Thee.    87 

JESU!   THE   VERY   THOUGHT   OF   THEE 
I. 

Jesu!  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast; 

Bat  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 

O  Saviour  of  mankind! 

O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art! 

How  good  to  those  who  seek! 

But  what  to  those  who  find?     Ah!  this 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 

The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

Jesu!  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  shalt  be; 
Jesu!  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 

And  through  eternity. 

11. 
0  Jesu!  King  most  wonderful! 
Thou  Conqueror  renowned! 
Thou  Sweetness  most  ineffable, 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found! 


8    Jesu  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee. 

When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 
Then  truth  begins  to  shine; 

Then  earthly  vanities  depart; 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

O  Jesu!  Light  of  all  below! 

Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 

All  that  we  can  desire: 

May  every  heart  confess  Thy  name, 

And  ever  Thee  adore; 
And  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 

To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

Thee  may  our  tongues  forever  bless; 

Thee  may  we  love  alone; 
And  ever  in  our  lives  express 

The  image  of  Thine  own. 


O  Jesu!  Thou  the  beauty  art 

Of  angel  worlds  above; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 

Enchanting  it  with  love. 

Celestial  sweetness  unalloyed! 

Who  eat  Thee  hunger  still; 
Who  drink  of  Thee  still  feel  a  void, 

Which  nought  but  Thou  can  fill. 


Fairest  Lord  Jesus.  89 

O  my  sweet  Jesu!  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  Thee  I  send; 
To  Thee  mine  inmost  spirit  cries, 

My  being's  hope  and  end! 

Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  Thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 

And  fill  the  world  with  bliss. 

O  Jesu!  spotless  virgin-flower! 
Our  love  and  joy!  to  Thee 
Be  praise,  beatitude,  and  power, 
Through  all  eternity. 

Bernard  of  Clairoaux. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  CasmaU. 

FAIREST   LORD  JESU.-. 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus, 

Ruler  of  nature  ! 
Jesus,  of  God  and  of  Mary  the  Son  ! — 

Thee  will  I  cherish, 

Thee  will  I  honor; 
Thee,  my  delight  and  my  glory  and  crown  ! 

Fair  are  the  meadows, 

Fairer  the  woodlands, 
Robed  in  the  flowery  vesture  of  spring: 

Jesus  is  fairer. 

Jesus  is  purer, 
Making  my  sorrowful  spirit  to  sing. 


90  Awake,   my  Soul. 

Fair  is  the  moonshine. 

Fairer  the  sunlight, 
Than  all  the  starry,  celestial  host: 

Jesus  shines  brighter, 

Jesus  shines  purer, 
Than  all  the  angels  that  heaven  can  boast. 

Anonymous.      Tzve'ftk  Century. 


AWAKE,    MY   SOUL. 
Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me; 
His  loving-kindness,  ()  how  free  ! 

He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Vet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate; 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  great ! 

When  I  was  Satan's  easy  prey, 
And  deep  in  debt  and  bondage  lay, 
He  paid  His  life  for  my  discharge; 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  large  ! 

Through  mighty  hosts  of  cruel  foes, 
Where  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  strong  ! 

When  earthly  friends  forsake  me  quite, 
And  I  have  neither  skill  nor  might, 


fesu,   my  Lord.  9 

He's  sure  my  helper  to  appear; 
His  loving-kindness,  0  how  near! 

Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
But  though  I  have  Him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not ! 

When  I  shall  pass  death's  gloomy  vale, 
And  life  and  mortal  powers  must  fail, 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

Then  shall  I  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day; 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

There  with  their  golden  harps  I'll  join, 
And  with  their  anthems  mingle  mine, 
And  loudly  sound  on  every  chord 
The  loving-kindne.-s  <A  my  Lord. 

Samuel  Medley. 


JESU,    MY   LORD. 
Jesu,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All, 
Hear  me,  blest  Saviour,  when  I  call: 
Hear  me,  and  from  Thy  dwelling-place 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  Thy  grace. 

Jesu,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore; 

Oh  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more! 


92  O  Love  Divine. 

Jesu,  too  late  I  Thee  have  sought: 
How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought; 
And  how  extol  Thy  matchless  fame, 
The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  name? 

Jesu,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore; 

Oh  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more! 

Jesu,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me, 

That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly? 

How  great  the  joy  that  Thou  hast  brought, 

So  far  exceeding  hope  or  thought: 

Jesu,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore; 

Oh  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more! 

Jesu,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song: 

To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong; 

All  that  I  have  or  am  is  Thine, 

And  Thou,  blest  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine. 

Jesu,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore; 

Oh  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more! 
Rev.  Henry  Collins. 


O   LOVE   DIVINE. 

0  love  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  Thee? 

1  thirst  and  faint  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me! 


O  Love  Divine.  93 

Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable: 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depth  to  see; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length  and  breadth  and  height. 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God: 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine: 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part! 

O  that  I  could  forever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice: 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice! 

O  that,  with  humbled  Peter,  I 

Could  weep,  believe,  and  thrice  reply, 

My  faithfulness  to  prove: 
Thou  know 'st  (for  all  to  Thee  is  known). 
Thou  know' st,  O  Lord!  and  Thou  alone, 

Thou  know  'st  that  Thee  1  love. 

O  that  I  could,  with  favored  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 
The  dear  Redeemer's  breast! 


94  Jesus,   still  had  on. 

From  care  and  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord!  to  find  in  Thee 
My  everlasting  rest. 

Thy  only  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  in  earth  beneath  desire, 

Nothing  in  heaven  above: 
Let  earth  and  heaven  and  all  things  go; 
Give  me  Thy  only  love  to  know; 

Give  me  Thy  only  love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley. 


JESUS,  STILL  LEAD  ON. 

Jesus,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won! 
And,  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless: 

Guide  us  by  Thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland! 

If  the  way  be  drear, 

If  the  foe  be  near, 
Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us; 

For,  through  many  a  foe, 

To  our  home  we  go! 

When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief, 


Oh  for  a  heart !  95 

When  temptations  come  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring: 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more! 

Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won! 
Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 
Till  we  safely  stand 
In  our  Fatherland! 

Xi kola  us  Ludivig  Zinzendorf. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick. 


OH   FOR  A   HEART! 

Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God! 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood, 

So  freely  spilt  for  me! 

A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne! 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone: 

A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean; 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwelh  within: 


g6        Jesus,   I  love  thy  Name. 

A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine; 
Perfect  and  right,  and  pure  and  good, 

A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine. 

My  heart,  Thou  knowest,  can  never  rest 
Till  Thou  create  my  peace; 

Till,  of  my  Eclen  repossest, 
From  every  sin  I  cease. 

Fruit  of  Thy  gracious  lips,  on  me 
Bestow  that  peace  unknown; 

The  hidden  manna,  and  the  tree 
Of  life,  and  the  white  stone. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart; 

Come  quickly  from  above; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 

Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley. 


JESUS,  I   LOVE  THY  NAME. 
Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 

That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

Yes:  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  transport  and  my  trust; 

Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 


Tesus,  Thy  boundless  Love  io  me,    97 

All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear 
friendship  half  so  sweet. 

Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds. 

The  cordial  of  its  care. 

I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name 

With  my  last  laboring  breath: 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  Thee  in  mine  arms, 

The  antidote  of  death. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge 


JESUS,   THY    BOUNDLESS   LOVE   TO   ME. 

.  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 
No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare 

O  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there! 

Thine  wholly,  Thine  alone,  I  am; 

Be  Thou  alone  my  constant  flame! 

O  grant  that  nothing  in  my  soul 

May  dwell  but  Thy  pure  love  alone; 

O  may  Thy  love  possess  me  whole, 
My  joy,  my  treasure,  and  my  crown: 

Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove; 

May  every  act,  word,  thought,  be  iove! 


98  Jesus,   I  love  Thee. 

O  Love,  how  cheering  is  Thy  ray! 

All  pain  before  Thy  presence  flies: 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 

Where'er  Thy  healing  beams  arise. 
O  Jesus,  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek,  but  Thee! 

Still  let  Thy  love  point  out  my  way! 

What  wondrous    things    Thy   love  hath 
wrought ! 
Still  lead  me,  lest  I  go  astray; 

Direct  my  word,  inspire  my  thought; 
And  if  I  fall,  soon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near. 

In  suffering,  be  Thy  love  my  peace: 
In  weakness,  be  Thy  love  my  power; 

And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Jesus,  in  that  dark,  final  hour 

Of  death,  be  Thou  my  guide  and  friend. 

That  i  may  love  Thee  without  end. 

Rev.  Paul  Gernardt. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley. 


JESUS,   I   LOVE  THEE. 

Jesus,  I  love  Thee, — not  because 
I  hope  for  heaven  thereby, 

Nor  yet  because,  if  I  love  not, 
I  must  forever  die. 


Jesus,    I  love   Thee.  99 

I  love  Thee,  Saviour  dear,  and  still 

I  ever  will  love  Thee, 
Solely  because  my  God  Thou  art, 
•  first  hast  loved  me. 

For  r  I  depths  of  woe 

Thou  didst  Thyself  abase; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  cross  and  shame 

And  manifold  disgrace. 

For  me  didst  suffer  pains  unknown, 
Blood-sweat  and  agony. 

leath  itself,— all,  all  for  me, 

■  was  Thine  enemy. 

Then  why,  O  blessed  Saviour  mine  ! 

Should  I  not  love  thee  well  ? 
N   *  ■"  e  of  winning  heaven, 

hell; 

Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Nor  seeking  a  reward, — 
But  freely,  fully,  a?  Thyself 

Hast  loved  me.  ■  I  L 

Even  so  I  love  Thee  and  will  love, 
And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing; 

Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

'  ivier . 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  CaswalL 


ioo     0  Holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen. 

O   HOLY   SAVIOUR,   FRIEND   UNSEEN  t 

O  Holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen  ! 
The  faint,  the  weak,  on  Thee  may  lean; 
Help  me,  throughout  life's  varying  scene, 
By  faith  to  cling  to  Thee. 

Blest  with  communion  so  divine, 
Take  what  Thou  wilt,  shall  I  repine, 
When,  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 
My  soul  may  cling  to  Thee  ? 

Far  from  her  home,  fatigued,  opprest, 
Here  she  has  found  a  place  of  rest; 
An  exile  still,  yet  not  unblest, 
While  she  can  cling  to  Thee. 

Without  a  murmur  I  dismiss 
My  former  dreams  of  earthly  bliss: 
My  joy,  my  recompense,  be  this, — 
Each  hour  to  cling  to  Thee. 

What  though  the  world  deceitful  prove. 
And  earthly  friends  and  joys  remove; 
With  patient,  uncomplaining  love, 
Still  would  I  cling  to  Thee. 

Oft  when  I  seem  to  tread  alone 
Some  barren  waste,  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
A  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone, 
Whispers,  "  Still  cling  to  Me." 


Leave  God  to  order  all  thy  Ways.    101 

Though  faith  and  hope  awhile  be  tried, 
I  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside: 
How  safe,  how  calm,  how  satisfied, 
The  souls  that  cling  to  Thee  ! 

They  fear  not  life's  rough  storms  to  brave, 
Since  Thou  art  near,  -and  strong  to  save; 
Nor  shudder  e'en  at  death's  dark  wave; 
Because  they  cling  to  Thee  ? 

Blest  is  my  lot,  whate'er  befall: 
What  can  disturb  me,  who  appall, 
While,  as  my  Strength,  my  Rock,  my  All, 
Saviour  !  I  cling  to  Thee  ? 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliott. 


LEA  YE  GOD  TO  ORDER  ALL  THY  WAYS. 

'  Leave  God  to  order  all  thy  v 

And  hope  in  Him  whate'er  betide; 
Thou'lt  find  Him  in  the  evil  days 

An  all  sufficient  strength  and  guide. 
Who  trusts  in  God's  unchanging  love. 
Builds  on  the  rock  that  nought  can  move. 

What  can  these  anxious  cares  avail, 
These  never-ceasing  moans  and  sighs  ? 

What  can  it  help  us  to  bewail 
Each  painful  moment  as  it  flies  ? 

Our  cross  and  trials  do  but  press 

The  heavier  for  our  bitterness. 


102  Leave  God  to  order  all  thy  Ways. 

Only  your  restless  heart  keep  still, 
And  wait  in  cheerful  hope,  content 

To  take  whate'er  His  gracious  will, 
His  all -discerning  love,  hath  sent; 

Nor  doubt  our  inmost  wants  are  known 

To  Him  who  chose  us  for  His  own. 

He  knows  when  joyful  hours  are  best, 
He  sends  them  as  He  sees  it  meet; 

When  thou  hast  borne  its  fiery  test, 
And  now  art  freed  from  all  deceit, 

He  comes  to  thee  all  unaware, 

And  makes  Thee  own  His  loving  care. 

Nor  in  the  heat  of  pain  and  strife, 

Think  God  hath  cast  thee  off  unheard ; 

Nor  that  the  man  whose  prosperous  life 
Thou  enviest,  is  of  Him  preferred; 

Time  passes  and  much  change  doth  bring, 

And  sets  a  bound  to  everything. 

All  are  alike  before  His  face; 

'Tis  easy  to  our  God  Most  High 
To  make  the  rich  man  poor  and  base, 

To  give  the  poor  man  wealth  and  joy. 
True  wonders  still  of  Him  are  wrought, 
Who  setteth  up  and  brings  to  nought. 

Sing,  pray,  and  swerve  not  from  His  ways, 

But  do  thine  own  part  faithfully ; 
Trust  His  rich  promises  of  grace, 


Thou  art  my  Hiding  Place.     103 

So  shall  it  be  fulfilled  in  thee; 
God  never  yet  forsook  at  need 
The  soul  that  trusted  Him  indeed. 

George  Neumark. 


THOU  ART   MY   HIDING   PLACE. 

Thou  art  my  hiding  place,  O  Lord, 

In  Thee  I  put  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 

A  feeble  child  of  dust. 
I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea; 
And  'tis  enough  the  Saviour  died, 

My  Saviour  died  for  me. 

When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 

And  furious  foes  assail, 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy-seat, 

My  hope  within  the  veil. 
From  strife  of  tongues  and  bitter  words 

My  spirit  flies  to  Thee: 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords, 

My  Saviour  died  for  me. 

'Mid  tnal>  heavy  to  be  borne, 
When  mortal  strength  is  vain, 

A  heart  with  grief  and  anguish  torn, 
A  body  rack'd  with  pain, — 


104     Jesu,   Lover  of  my  Soul. 

Ah  !  what  could  give  the  sufferer  rest, 

Bid  every  murmur  flee, 
But  this,  the  witness  in  my  breast 

That  Jesus  died  for  me  ? 

And  when  Thine  awful  Voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 

Is  ebbing  fast  away, — 
Then  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

And  faint  and  tremblingly, 
O  give  me  strength  in  death  to  speak, 

My  Saviour  died  for  me. 

Rev.  Thomas  Raffles. 


JESU,   LOVER    OF   MY   SOUL. 
Jesu,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour!  hide," 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

Other  refuge  have  1  none; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee: 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me: 


Jesu.    Lover  of  my  Soul      105 

All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed; 

All  my  help  from  Thee  1  bring. 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer? 
Lo!  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall. 

Lo  !  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care. 
Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand, 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive; 
Hoping  against  hope  I  stand, 

Dying,  and  behold  1  live  ! 

Thou,  O  Christ  !  art  all  I  want: 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find: 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness: 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, — 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin: 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee: 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley. 


106  Love  Divine. 

LOVE   DIVINE. 

Love  Divine,  all  loves  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, — 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art: 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

Breathe,  O  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast! 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest. 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

Come,  Almighty  to  deliver! 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  host  above; 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 

Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation; 
Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be; 


Jesus    Name  shall  ever  be.      107 

Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation 
Perfectly  secured  by  Thee, — 

Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, — 

Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee. 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise! 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley. 


JESUS'"   NAME  SHALL  EVER   BE 

Jesus'  name  shall  ever  be 
For  my  heart  its  Rosary. 
I  will  tell  it  o'er  and  o'er. 
Always  dearer  than  before. 

Ave  Mary  may  not  be 
For  my  heart  its  Rosary; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  all  in  all, — 
Other  name  why  should  I  call? 

Morning  hymns  and  evening  lays,- 
Noontide  prayer  and  midnight  praise, 
Heart  and  voice,  and  tune  and  time, 
Jesus'  name  the/  all  shall  chime. 

Ever  new  and  fresh  the  strain ; 
Of  all  themes,  the  -weet  refrain: 
Time  bring  what  it  may  along, 
Jesus  still  the  unchanging  song. 


108       In   the   silent  Midnight. 

Redolent  with  healing  balm, 
Pleasure's  charm  and  trouble's  calm; 
All  of  heaven  my  hope  and  claim, 
Grace  on  grace  in  Jesus'  name. 

In  my  soul  each  deepest  chord 
Ring  it  out,  One  Saviour  Lord; 
Jesus,  the  eternal  hymn 
Forth  from  saint  and  seraphim. 

Breathe  it,  then,  my  every  breath; 
Linger  on  my  last  in  death; 
Jesus— Rest  in  Paradise; 
Jesus — Glory  in  the  skies! 

Rev.  IVm.  Augustus  j 


IN   THE  SILENT   MIDNIGHT. 
In  the  silent  midnight  watches. 

List, — thy  bosom  door! 
How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 

Knocketh  evermore! 
Say  not  'tis  thy  pulse  is  beating: 

'Tis  thy  heart  of  sin; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour  knocks,  and  crieth, 

Rise,  and  let  Me  in! 

Death  comes  down,  with  reckless  footstep, 

To  the  hall  and  hut: 
Think  you  Death  will  stand  a-knocking 

Where  the  door  is  shut? 


The  Saviour  !  0,  what  charms.    1 09 

Jesus  waiteth,  waiteth,  waiteth; 

But  thy  door  is  fast! 
Grieved,  away  thy  Saviour  goeth: 

Death  breaks  in  at  last. 

Then  'tis  thine  to  stand  entreating 

Christ  to  let  thee  in; 
At  the  gate  of  heaven  beating, 

Wailing  for  thy  sin. 
Nay,  alas!   thou  foolish  virgin, 

Hast  thou  then  forgot? 
Jesus  waited  long  to  know  thee, 

But  He  knows  thee  not! 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe. 


THE   SAVIOUR!    O,    WHAT   CHARMS. 

The  Saviour!  O,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 

And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round, 

Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 

In  rich  effusion  flow 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 

And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

The  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode; 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 

And  hailed  the  incarnate  God. 


1 1  o        How  siveet  the  Name. 

O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine; 

I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies; 

Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  All. 

Miss  Anne  Steele,     ab 


HOW   SWEET  THE   NAME. 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds. 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

Dear  name!  the  rock  on  which  I  buildv 
My  shield  and  hiding-place; 

My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

By  Thee,  my  prayers  acceptance  gain. 

Although  with  sin  defiled; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 

And  I  am  owned  a  child. 


One.   above  all  others.         1 1 1 

Jesus!  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought; 

But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

Till  then  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim, 

With  every  fleeting  breath; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death! 

Rev.  John  Newton. 


ONE,    ABOVE   ALL    OTHERS. 
One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  friend : 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end: 
They  who  once  His  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  their  blood? 

But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  Him  to  God: 

This  was  boundless  love  indeed, 

Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need. 


1 1 2         One ,   above  all  others. 

Men,  when  raised  to  lofty  stations, 
Often  know  their  friends  no  more; 

Slight  and  scorn  their  poor  relations, 
Though  they  valued  them  before: 

But  our  Saviour  always  owns 

Those  whom  He  redeemed  with  groans 

When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name; 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same: 

Still  He  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 

And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

Could  we  bear  from  one  another 
What  He  daily  bears  from  us? 

Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and  Brother     " 
Loves  us,  though  we  treat  Him  thus: 

Though  for  good  we  render  ill, 

He  accounts  us  brethren  still. 

Oh!  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love. 
We,  alas!  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above; 
But,  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  Thee  as  we  ought. 

Rev.  John  Newton. 


/  was  a  wandering  Sheep.      113 

I    WAS   A    WANDERING   SHEEP 

Arte  mira,  )>i>:ro  consilio, 

QitCRrens  event  sucn/i  summits  opilio, 

Ut  nos  rez'o.aret  ab  txiizo. — Old  Hymn 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home; 
1  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep. 

The  Father  sought  His  child: 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished  and  faint  and  lone; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one! 

They  spoke  in  tender  love, 

They  raised  my  drooping  head; 
They  gently  closed  my  bleeding  wounds, 

My  fainting  soul  they  fed. 
They  washed  my  filth  away. 

They  made  me  clean  and  fair: 
They  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace,— 

The  lonq-.soucrht  wanderer! 


1 1 4  Rest  of  the  Weary. 

Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul; 
'Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep; 
JTwas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 
I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, — 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice,— 

I  love,  I  love  His  home! 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar 

REST  OF  THE  WEARY. 
Rest  of  the  weary, 

Joy  of  the  sad, 
Hope  of  the  dreary, 

Light  of  the  glad; 
Home  of  the  stranger, 

Strength  to  the  end, 
Refuge  from  d anger, 

Saviour  and  Friend ! 
Pillow  where,  lying, 

Love  rests  its  head; 


I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus.     115 

Peace  of  the  dying, 

Life  of  the  dead ; 
Path  of  the  lowly, 

Prize  at  the  end, 
Ereath  of  the  holy, 

Saviour  and  Friend  ! 
"When  my  feet  stumble, 

I'll  to  Thee  cry; 
Crown  of  the  humble, 

Cross  of  the  high. 
When  my  steps  wander, 

Over  me  bend, 
Truer  and  fonder, 

Saviour  and  Friend  ! 
Ever  confessing 

Thee,  I  will  raise 
Unto  Thee  blessing, 

Glory,  and  praise; 
All  my  endeavor, 

World  without  end, 
Thine  to  be  ever, 
Saviour  and  Friend  ! 

Rev.  John  Savin  el  Bewley  M  n 

I    NEED    THEE.    PRECIOUS  JESUS. 
I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

For  I  am  full  of  sin; 
My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty, 
My  heart  is  dead  within: 


1 1 6    /  need  Theet  precious  Jesus. 

I  need  the  cleansing  fountain 

Where  I  can  always  flee, 
The  blood  of  Christ  most  precious 

The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 
I  need  Thee,  blessed  Jesus, 

For  I  am  very  poor; 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store: 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 

To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 
I  need  Thee,  blessed  Jesus; 

I  need  a  friend  like  Thee, — 
A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me. 
I  need  the  Heart  of  Jesus 

To  feel  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trial 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 
I  need  Thee,  blessed  Jesus, 

And  hope  to  see  Thee  soon, 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow. 

And  seated  on  Thy  throne  ! 
There,  with  Thy  blood-bought  children 

My  joy  shall  ever  be, 
To  sing  Thy  praise,  Lord  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

Rev.  Frederick  White/ield. 


When  through  the  torn  Sail.     117 

WHEN   THROUGH    THE   TORN    SAIL. 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tem- 
pest is  streaming, 

When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning 
is  gleaming, 

Nor  hope  lends  a  ray,  the  poor  seaman  to 
cherish, 

We  fly  to  our  Maker:  "Help,  Lord,  or  we 
perish  !  * ' 

O  Jesus  !  once  tossed  on  the  breast  of  the 

billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  Thy 

pillow. 
Now  seated  in  glory  the  manner  cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  danger:  "  Help,  Lord,  or 

we  perish  !  " 

And  oh!  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is 

raging, 
When  hell  in  our  heart  his  wild  warfare  is 

waging, 
Arise   in  Thy   strength,   Thy   redeemed   to 

cherish; 
Rebuke  the  destroyer:  "Help,  Lord,  or  we 

perish  !  " 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber. 


1 1 8      From  every  stormy  Wind. 

FROM    EVERY   STORMY   WIND 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat: 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
"  The  oil  of  gladness  "  on  our  heads; 
A  place  than  all  beside  more  sweet: 
It  is  the  blood -bought  mercy-seat. 

There  is  a  spot  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend, 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

Ah  !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed  ? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy-seat? 

Tli ere  !  there  on  eagle  wings  we  soar. 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
Where  glory  crowns  the  mercy -seat. 

()  may  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat  ! 

Rev.  Hugh  Stoivell. 


Saviour !  when  in  Dust.       1 1 9 

saviour:  when  IN  DUST. 

Saviour !  when,  in  dust,  to  Thee 
Low  we  bow  the  adoring  knee; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes: 
Oh !  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  Throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany ! 

By  Thy  helpless  infant  years, 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears; 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness. 
By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power: 
Turn,  oh  !  turn  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany! 

By  the  sacred  griefs  that  wept 
O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept; 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode; 
By  the  anguished  sigh  that  told 
Treachery  lurked  within  Thy  fold: 
From  Thy  seat  above  the 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany! 

By  Thine  hour  of  dire  de span- 
By  Thme  agony  of  prayer; 


120       When  gathering  Clouds. 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice: 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany! 

By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone; 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God: 
O  !  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty  re-ascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany! 

Sir  Robert  Grani 


WHEN   GATHERING   CLOUDS. 
When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few 
<  )n  Him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain 
Experienced  every  human  pain: 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 


When  gathering  Clouds.       I  2  1 

Still  He,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell. 
Deceived  by  those  I  prized  too  well, 
He  shall  His  pitying  aid  bestow. 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe; 
At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  who  shared  His  daily  bread. 

If  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And  sore  dismayed  my  spirit  dies, 
Still  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  hi>  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while, 
Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

And  O!  when  I  have  safely  pas:. 
Through  every  conflict  but  the 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  Thou  ha>t  died! 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away! 

5:>  Robert  Grant. 


122         Cling  to  the  Crucified. 

CLING    TO    THE   CRUCIFIED, 

"  Tecum  volo  vulnerari 

Te  libenter  amplexari 

In  cruce  dssidero  " 

Old  Hymn. 

Cling  to  the  Crucified! 
His  death  is  life  to  Thee, — 
Life  for  eternity. 
His  pains  thy  pardon  seal ; 
His  stripes  thy  bruises  heal; 
His  cross  proclaims  thy  peace, 
Bids  every  sorrow  cease. 
His  blood  is  all  to  thee: 
It  purges  thee  from  sin ; 
It  sets  thy  spirit  free; 
It  keeps  thy  conscience  clean- 
Cling  to  the  crucified! 

Cling  to  the  Crucified! 
His  is  a  heart  of  love, 
Full  as  the  hearts  above; 
Its  depths  of  sympathy 
Are  all  awake  for  thee: 
His  countenance  is  light, 
Even  to  the  darkest  night. 
That  love  shall  never  change; 
That  light  shall  ne'er  grow  dim: 
Charge  thou  thy  faithless  heart 
To  find  its  all  in  Him. 
Cling  to  the  Crucified! 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar 


/  lay  my  JSins  en  Jesus.       123 

I    LAY   MY   SIXS  OX  JESl 

"  jfesu,  plena  caritate 
Manns  tua:  perforatae 
Laxent  m-.a  crintina; 
Latus  tuum  lanceatum, 
Caput  spinis  coronatum, 
Haec  sint  medicamina" 

Old  Hymn 

I  lay  my  sin-  on  Jesus. 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  preci .    . 

Till  not  a  stain  remains. 

I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus; 

All  fulness  dwells  in  Him: 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares: 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine: 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 


I  24     Fierce  was  the  wild  Billow, 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord? 

Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 
His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild: 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  Child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 

To  learn  the  angel's  song. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar 


FIERCE   WAS   THE   WILD    BILLOW. 
Fierce  was  the  wild  billow, 

Dark  was  the  night; 
Oars  labored  heavily, 

Foam  glimmered  white; 
Trembled,  the  mariners; 

Peril  was  nigh; 
Then  said  the  God  of  God; 

"Peace!  it  is  I  !  " 

Ridge  of  the  mountain-wave, 

Lower  thy  crest! 
Wail  of  Euroclydon, 

Be  thou  at  rest ! 


Art  thou  weary?  12; 

Sorrow  can  never  be. 

Darkness  must  fly, 
Where  saith  the  Light  of  Light: 

"  Peace  !  it  is  I !  " 

Jesu  Deliverer! 

Come  Thou  to  me  ! 
Soothe  Thou  my  voyaging 

Over  life's  sea! 
Thou,  when  the  storm  of  death 

Roars,  sweeping  by, 
Whisper,  O  Truth  of  Truth! 

''Peace  !  it  is  I  !  " 
Anatolius,  Patriarch  of  Constantinople. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale. 


ART    THOU    WEARY? 
Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 

Are  thou  sore  distrest  ? 
"Come  to  me,'*  saith  One,  "  and  coming 

Be  at  rest  !  " 
Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  Guide  ? 
"  In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  His  side." 

Is  there  diadem,  as  Monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns  ? 
M  Yea.  a  crown  in  very  surety, 
But  of  thorns!" 


126  Just  as  I  am. 

It  I  find  Him,  if  I  follow, 

What  His  guerdon  here  ? 
"  Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 

Many  a  tear." 
If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last  ? 
"  Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 

Jordan  past !  " 
If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  me  nay  ? 
'•  Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away  !  " 

Finding,  following,  keeping,  struggling, 

Is  He  sure  to  bless? 
44  Angels,  martyrs,  prophets,  virgins, 
Answer,  Yes!  " 

Stephen  of  St.  Sabas. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale. 


JUST    AS   I    AM. 
Just  as  I  am, — without  one  plea, 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidst  me  come  to  Thee, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 
Just  as  I  am, — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 


Oh  for  the  Peace!  I  27 

Just  as  I  am,— though  tossed  about, 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

Just  as  I  am, — poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  Thee  to  find, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

Just  as  I  am, — Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

Just  as  I  am, — Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

Just  as  I  am, — of  that  free  love 

11  The  breadth,  length,  depth,  and  height  " 

to  prove, — 
Here  for  a  season,  then  above, — 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come! 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliott. 


OH   FOR   THE   PEACE! 
Oh  for  the  peace  which  floweth  as  a  river, 
Making    life's   desert  places  bloom  and 
smile  1 


128  Oh  for  the  Peace! 

Oh  for  the  faith  to  grasp  heaven's  bright 
"forever," 
Amid    the    shadows    of    earth's    "little 
while!" 

"A  little  while,"  for  patient  vigil -keeping, 
To  face   the  stern,   to  wrestle   with  the 
strong, 
"A  little   while,"    to    sow   the    seed    with 
weeping, 
Then    bind   the    sheaves,    and    sing   the 
harvest-song. 

"A  little  while,"  to  wear  the   weeds  of 
sadness, 
To  pace  with  weary  steps  through  miry 
ways; 
Then  to  pour  forth  the  fragrant  oil  of  glad- 
ness, 
And  clasp  the  girdle  round  the  robe  of 
praise. 

"A  little  while,"    'midst   shadow    and   il- 
lusion, 
To  strive,  by   faith,  love's  mysteries  to 
spell; 
Then  read  each  dark  enigma's  bright  so- 
lution 
.  Then  hail  sight's  verdict,  "He  doth  all 
things  well." 


Rock  of  Ages,  129 

"  A  little  while,"  the  earthen  pitcher  taking 
To  wayside  brooks,  from  far-off  fountains 
fed; 

Then  the  cool  lip  its  thirst  forever  slaking 
Beside  the  fulness  of  the  Fountain  Head. 

"A  little  whiler"  to  keep  the  oil  from  failing, 
11  A  little  while."  faith's  flickering  lamp 
to  trim; 
And  then,  the  Bridegroom's   coming   foot- 
steps hailing, 
To  haste  to  meet   Him  with  the   bridal 
hymn. 

And  He,  who  is  Himself  the  Gift  and  G 

The  future  glory  and  the  present  smile, 
With  the  bright  promise  of  the  glad  "for- 
ever " 
Will   light    the    shadows   of  the    '  •  little 
while." 

Mrs.  Jane  Crewdson. 


ROCK  OF  AGES. 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt 


130     Now  I  have  found  a  Friend. 

Not  the  labors  of  my  hands, 
Can  fulfil  Thy  law's  demands: 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  aton?, 
Thou  must  save  and  Thou  alone. 
Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling; 
Naked  come  to  Thee  for  dress, 
Helpless  look  to  Thee  for  grace, 
Foul  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 
While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath; 
When  my  eye-strings  break  in  death; 
When  I  soar  through  tracts  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ! 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady. 

NOW    1    HAVE    FOUND    A   FRIEND. 
Now  I  have  found  a  friend, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
His  love  shall  never  end, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Though  earthly  joys  decrease, 
Though  earthly  friendships  cease, 
Now  I  have  lasting  peace, 

Jesus  is  mine; 


I 
Now  I  have  found  a  Friend.      1 3 1 

Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 

Jesus  is  mine; 
Though  I  grow  faint  and  cold, 

Jesus  is  mine, 
He  shall  my  wants  supply, 
His  precious  blood  is  nigh. 
Nought  can  my  hope  destroy, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

When  death  is  sent  to  me, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Welcome  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
He  my  redemption  is, 
Wrisdom  and  righteousness, 
Life,  light,  and  holiness, 

Jesus  is  mine, 

When  earth  shall  pass  away. 

Jesus  is  mine. 
In  the  great  judgment-day, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Oh  !  what  a  glorious  thing, 
Then  to  behold  my  King,  — 
On  tuneful  harp  to  sing, 

Jesu.^  is  mine. 

Father,  Thy  name  I  bless. 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Thine  was  the  sovereign  grace, 
.    Praise  shall  be  Thine. 


1 3  2       With  tearful  Eyes  I  look. 

Spirit  of  holiness, 
Sealing  the  Father's  grace, 
Thou  mad'st  my  soul  embrace 
Jesus  as  mine. 

Henry  Hope. 


WITH  TEARFUL   EYES   I   LOOK. 
With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around ; 

Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea; 
Yet  'midst  the  gloom  I  hear  a  sound, 

A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  Me  !  " 

It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest, 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee: 

Oh!  to  the  weary,  faint,  opprest, 

How  sweet  the  bidding,  "Come  to  Me! " 

When  the  poor  heart  with  anguish  learns 
That  earthly  props  resigned  must  be, 

And  from  each  broken  cistern  turns, 
It  hears  the  accents,  "  Come  to  Me  !  " 

When  against  sin  I  strive  in  vain, 
And  cannot  from  its  yoke  get  free, 

Sinking  beneath  the  heavy  chain, 

The  words  arrest  me,  "  Come  to  Me  !  " 

When  nature  shudders,  loath  to  part 
P'rom  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see; 

When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  "  Come  to  Me  !  " 


/  heard  the  Voice  of  Jesus.      1 3  3 

Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die, 
Earth  is  no  resting  place  for  thee; 

Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye; 
I  am  thy  portion,  "Come  to  Me  !  " 

O  Voice  of  mercy,  Voice  of  love  1 

In  conflict,  grief  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me,  from  above, 

And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  Me  !  " 
Rev.  Htigh  White. 


I   HEARD   THE   VOICE   OF  JESUS. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Come  unto  Me  and  rest; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  My  breast." 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary  and  worn  and  sad ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

11  Behold  ivc 

The  living  water:  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  reviv: 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 


134      Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"I  am  this  dark  world's  light; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  travelling  days  are  done. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar. 


NEARER,   MY   GOD,   TO  THEE. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee: 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

There  let  the  way  appear 
Steps  unto  heaven; 


Amid  Life's  wild  Commotion.     135 

All  that  Thou  send'st  to  me, 

In  mercy  given; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  -tony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise: 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  rny  God.  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Or  if  on  joyful  wing 
Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 
Upward  I  fly. 

all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

Sarah  Fhrwer  Ada'-:'!,. 


AMID   LITE'S    WILD    COMMOTION, 

Amid  life's  wild  commotion, 

Where  nought  the  heart  can  cheer, 

Who  points  beyond  its  ocean 
To  heaven's  brighter  sphere? 


136       When  across  the  HearU 

Our  feeble  footsteps  guiding, 
When  from  the  path  we  stray, 

Who  leads  to  bliss  abiding  ? 
Christ  is  our  only  Way. 

When  doubts  and  fears  distress  us, 

And  all  around  is  gloom, 
A_nd  shame  and  fear  oppress  us, 

Who  can  our  souls  illume  ? 
Heaven's  rays  are  round  us  gleaming, 

And  making  all  things  bright, 
The  sun  of  Truth  is  beaming 

In  glory  on  our  sight. 

Who  fills  our  hearts  with  gladness 

That  none  can  take  away? 
Who  shows  us,  'midst  our  sadness, 

The  distant  realms  of  day? 
'Mid  fears  of  death  assailing, 

Who  stills  the  heart's  wild  strife? 
'Tis  Christ !  our  Friend  unfailing, 

The  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life. 

Carl  Julius  Asschenfeld. 
Translator  unknown. 


WHEN    ACROSS   THE   HEART. 
When  across  the  heart  deep  waves  of  sorrow 

Break,  as  on  a  dry  and  barren  shore; 
When  hope  glistens  with  no  bright  to-morrow, 

And  the  storm  seems  sweeping  evermore; 


Tossed  with  rough    Winds.      137 

When  the  cup  of  every  earthly  gladness 
Bears  no  taste  of  the  life-giving  stream: 

And  high  hopes  gt    to  mock   our 

sadness, 
Fade  and  die  as  in  some  fitful  dream. — 

Who  shall  hush  the  weary  spirit's  chiding  ? 

Who  the  aching  void  wkhin  shall  fill  ? 
Who  shall  whisper  of  a  peace  abiding, 

And  each  surodrr;:  billow  calmly  still  ? 

Only  He  whose  wounded  heart  was  broken 
With  the  bitter  cross  and  thorny  crown; 

Whose  dear  love   glad   words   of  joy  had 
spoken ; 
Who  His  life  for  ns  laid  meekly  down, 

Blessed  Healer  !  all  our  burdens  lighten; 
Give  us  peace,  Thine  own  sweet  peace, 
we  pray: 
Keep   us   near    Thee    till    the    morn    shall 
brighten. 
And  all  mists  and  shadows  flee  away. 
From 


TOSSED   WITH    ROUGH    WINDS. 
Tossed  with  rough  winds,  and  faint  with  fear, 
Above  the  tempest,  soft  and  clear. 
What  still  small  accents  greet  mine  ear? — 
'Tis  I:  be  not  afraid. 


138      Tossed  with  rough   Winds. 

'Tis  I  who  wash  thy  spirit  white; 
'Tis  I  who  gave  thy  blind  eyes  sight; 
'Tis  I,  thy  Lord,  thy  Life,  thy  Light. 
'Tis  I:  be  not  afraid . 

These  raging  winds,  this  surging  sea, 
Bear  not  a  breath  of  wrath  to  thee; 
That  storm  has  all  been  spent  on  Me. 
'Tis  I:  be  not  afraid. 

This  bitter  cup,  I  drank  it  first; 
To  thee  it  is  no  draft  accurst; 
The  hand  that  gives  it  thee  is  pierced. 
'Tis  T:  be  not  afraid. 

Mine  eyes  are  watching  by  thy  bed, 
My  arms  are  underneath  thy  head; 
My  blessing  is  around  thee  shed. 

'Tis  T:  be  not  afraid. 

When  on  the  other  side  thy  feet 
Shall  rest,— 'mid  thousand  welcomes  sweet, 
One  well-known  voice  thy  heart  shall  greet, — 
'Tis  T:  be  not  afraid. 

From  out  the  dazzling  majesty, 
Gently  He'll  lay  His  hand  on  thee, 
Saying,  "Beloved,  lovest  thou  Me? 
'Twas  not  in  vain  I  died  for  thee. 

'Tis  I:  be  not  afraid. V 

Mrs.  Andrew  Paton  Charles. 


Abide  with   me.!  139 

ABIDE    WITH    ME! 

Abide  with  me!  fast  falls  the  eventide: 
The  darkness  deepens;  Lord,  with  me  abide  : 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me  ! 

Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see: 
O  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

Not  a  brief  glance  I  beg,  a  passing  word; 
But,   as  Thou  dwell' st  with  Thy  disciples, 

Lord, 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free, — 
Come,  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide,  with  me! 

Come  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings; 
But  kind  and   good,   with  healing  in  Thy 

wings: 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea; 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  and  thus  'bide  with 

me! 

Thou  on  my  head,  in  early  youth,  didst 
^mile; 

And,  though  rebellion.-;  and  perver-e  mean- 
while, 

Thou  hast  not  left  me,  on  as  I  left  Thee: 

On  tc  the  close,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 


I4-0      /  would  not  live  alway. 

1  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour; 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  Tempter's 

power  ? 
Who  like  Thyself  my   guide  and  stay  can 

be? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  Lord,   abide 

with  me! 

I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness; 
Where  is  Death's  sting  ?  where,  Grave,  thy 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me  ! 

Hold,   then,  Thy  cross   before   my  closing 

eyes ! 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to 

the  skies ! 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee; 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 
Rev.  Francis  Henry  Lyte. 

I    WOULD   NOT   LIVE   ALWAY 
i  would  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way; 
A  few  lurid  mornings,  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for 

its  cheer. 


/  would  not  live  alway.       1 4 1 

I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  wTith 

fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 

tears, 

I  would  not   live  alway \  no,   welcome  the 

tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  He  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

Who,   who  would   live    alway,    away   from 

his  God; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 

Where  the  saints  of  ail   ages  in   harmony 

meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet; 
While  the  anthems  ot  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  ot  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of 

the  soul. 

Rev.  William  Augustus  MukUnberg. 


142         Trustingly,   trustingly. 

TRUSTINGLY,  TRUSTINGLY 

Trustingly,  trustingly, 

Jesus,  to  Thee 
Come  I:  Lord,  lovingly 

Come  Thou  to  me  ! 
Then  shall  I  lovingly, 
Then  shall  I  joyfully, 

Walk  here  with  Thee. 

Peacefully,  peacefully, 
Walk  I  with  Thee; 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  Thou  art 
All,  all  to  me. 

Peace  Thou  hast  left  us, 

Thy  peace  hast  given  us; 
So  let  it  be. 

Whom  but  Thyself,  O  Lord  ! 

Have  I  above  ? 
What  have  I  left  on  earth  ? 

Only  Thy  love  ! 
Come  then,  O  Saviour  !  come; 
Come  then,  O  Spirit !  come 

Heavenly  Dove. 

Happily,  happily, 

Pass  I  along, 
Eager  to  work  for  Thee, 

Earnest  and  strong. 


If  only  I  have  Thee.  143 

Life  is  for  service  true, 
Life  is  for  battle  too; 
Life  is  for  song. 

Hopefully,  hopefully, 

Onward  I  go, 
Cheerfully,  cheerfully, 

Meet  I  the  foe. 
Crowns  are  awaiting  us, 
Glory  prepared  for  us; 

Joys  overflow. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar. 


IF   ONLY    I    HAVE   THEE. 
If  only  I  have  Thee, 
If  only  mine  Thou  art, 
And  to  the  grave 
Thy  power  to  save 
Upholds  my  faithful  heart, — 
Nought  can  then  my  soul  annoy, 
Lost  in  worship,  love,  and  joy. 

If  only  I  have  Thee, 
I  gladly  all  forsake. 
To  follow  on 
Where  Thou  hast  gone, 
My  pilgrim  staff  I  take; 
Leaving  other  men  to  stray- 
In  the  bright,  broad,  crowded  way. 


144  If  only  I  have  Thee. 

If  only  I  have  Thee, 
If  only  Thou  art  near, 
In  sweet  repose 
My  eyes  shall  close, 
Nor  Death's  dark  shadow  fear; 
And  Thy  heart's  flood  through  my  breast, 
Gently  charm  my  soul  to  rest. 

If  only  I  have  Thee, 
Then  all  the  world  is  mine; 
Like  those  who  gaze 
Upon  the  rays 
That  from  Thy  glory  shine, 
Rapt  in  holy  thought  of  Thee, 
Earth  can  have  no  gloom  for  me. 

Where  only  I  have  Thee, 
There  is  my  fatherland; 
For  everywhere 
The  gifts  I  share 
From  Thy  wide-spreading  hand; 
And  in  all  my  human  kind, 
Long-lost  brothers  dear  I  find. 

From  the  German  oj  Novalis. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ge&rge  Washington  Bethzine, 


I  knave  in  whom  I  put  mj  Trust.     143 

I  KNOW  IX  WHOM   i  PUT  MY  TRUST. 
I  know  in  whom  I  put  my  trust, 
I  know  what  standeth  fast, 

When  all  things  here  dissolve  like  dust. 

Or  smoke  before  the 
I  know  what  still  endures,  he 

All  else  may  quake  and  fall, 
When  lies  the  prudent  men  ensnare, 

And  dreams  the  wise  enthrall. 

It  is  the  Day  spring  from  on  high, 

The  adamantine  Rock, 
W  hence  never  storm  can  make  me 
That  fears  no  earthquake's  shock, 
sus  Christ,  my  sure  Defence, 
. .  and  my  Light, 
within,  and  scatters  tl 
Dark  phantoms  of  the  night; 

Whc 

At  evening  to  the  grave; 
Whom  God  awoke,  who  rose  again, 

nqueror  strong  to 
Who  pardons  all  my  sin,  whc 

His  Spirit  pure  and  mild; 
Whose  grace  my  every  step  befriends, 

Who  ne'er  forgets  His  child  ! 

Therefore  I  know  in  whom  I  trust, 
I  know  what  standeth  fast, 


146     My  Faith  looks  up  to  Thee. 

When  all  things  formed  of  earthly  dust 

Are  whirling  in  the  blast: 
The  terrors  of  the  final  foe 
Can  rob  me  not  of  this; 
And  this  shall  crown  me  once,  I  know, 
With  never-fading  bliss. 

Er?ist  Moritz  Ardut 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catharine  Winkworth 


MY   FAITH   LOOKS   UP  TO  THEE. 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
O  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine. 

May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be,— 

A  living  fire. 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 

And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  guide; 


Hallelujah!  I  believe!         147 

Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  rne  ever  stray 
From  Thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

er  rne  roll; 

Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love 

Fear  and  distrust  remove; 

O,  bear  me  safe  above, — 

A  ransomed  soul. 

-    Ray  Palmer. 


HALLELUJAH!    I   BELIEVE! 
Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 

Nov.-  rhe  giddy  world  stands  fast, 
found  an  anchor 
Till  the  night  of  storm  is  past. 
are  rising, 
And  lew  is  in  my  hand, 

Throu  labyrinth  to  guide  me 

it  and  heavenly  land. 

ujah  !  T  believe  ! 

r''er, 
And  affliction's  heavy  burden 

it  down  no  more, 
zing 
Now  revealed  before  me  li 


1 4  8        Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 

And  I  read  the  words  of  comfort, 
"As  a  father,  I  chastise." 

Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 

Now  no  longer  on  my  soul 
All  the  debt  of  sin  is  lying: 

One  great  Friend  has  paid  the  whole  ! 
Ice-bound  fields  of  legal  labor 

I  have  left  with  all  their  toil, 
While  the  fruits  of  love  are  growing 

From  a  new  and  genial  soil. 

Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 

Now  life's  mystery  is  gone; 
Gladly  through  its  fleeting  shadows, 

To  the  end  I  journey  on. 
Through  the  tempest  or  the  sunshine, 

Over  flowers  or  ruins  led, 
Still  the  path  is  homeward  hasting, 

Where  ail  sorrow  shall  have  fled. 

Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 

Now,  O  Love  !  I  know  Thy  power, 
Thine  no  false  or  fragile  fetter^, 

Not  the  rose-wreaths  of  an  hour  ! 
Christian  bonds  of  holy  union 

Death  itself  does  not  destroy, 
Yes,  to  live  and  love  forever. 

Is  our  heritage  of  joy  ! 

Hetnrich  Mowcs. 
7>.  by  Miss  Jane  Bortkiifiek. 


In  Thy  Service  will  I  ever.     149 

IN   THY   SERVICE   WILL   I    EVER. 
In  Thy  service  will  I  ever. 

my  Redeemer,  stay; 
Nothing  me  from  Thee  shall  sever, 

Gladly  would  I  go  Thy  way. 
Life  in  me  Thy  life  produces, 
And  3i  to  my  heart, 

loth  living  juices 
To  the  purple  grape  impart. 

3  I  be  in  other  places 

Half  so  happy  as  with  Thee, 
Who  so  many  gifts  and  grace- 

Hast  Thyself  prepared  for  me  ? 
No  place  could  be  half  so  fitted 

To  impart  true  joy,  I  ween, 
Since  to  Thee,  O  Lord  !  committed 

Power  in  heaven  and  earth  hath  been. 

Where  shall  I  find  such  a  Master, 
Who  hath  done  my  soul  such  good, 
retrieved  the  ister 

first  caused,  by  His  own  blood  5 
•;ul  owner, 
Who  for  rne  His  own  life  gave  ? 
it  not  a  foul  dishonor 
:o  love  Him  to  the  grave  ? 

rd  [  an 

Thin  - 


150    In  Thy  Service  will  I  ever. 

Death  the  union  shall  not  sever, 

Nor  eternity  destroy. 
I  am  waiting,  yea,  am  sighing 

For  my  summons  to  depart; 
He  is  best  prepared  for  dying 

Who  in  life  is  Thine  in  heart. 

Let  Thy  light  on  me  be  shining 

When  the  day  is  almost  gone 
When  the  evening  is  declining, 

And  the  night  is  drawing  on: 
Bless  me,  O  my  Saviour !  laying 

Thy  hands  on  my  weary  head; 
"  Here  thy  day  is  ended,"  saying, 

"  Yonder  live  the  faithful  dead." 

Stay  beside  me,  when  the  stillness 

And  the  icy  touch  of  death 
Fills  my  trembling  soul  with  chillness, 

Like  the  morning's  frosty  breath; 
As  my  failing  eyes  grow  dimmer, 

Let  my  spirit  grow  more  bright, 
As  I  see  the  first  faint  glimmer 

Of  the  everlasting  light. 

Rev.  Carl  Johavn  Phillip  Spitta. 
Tr.  by  Richard  Massie. 


Let  the  World  their  Virtue  boast.     1 5 1 

LET  THE  WORLD  THEIR  VIRTUE  BOAST 
Let  the  world  their  virtue  boast, 

Their  works  of  righteousness; 
I,  a  wretch  undone  and  lost, 

Am  freely  saved  by  grace; 
Other  title  I  disclaim, 

This,  only  this,  is  all  my  plea; 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Happy  they  whose  joys  abound 

Like  Jordan's  swelling  stream. 
Who  their- heaven  in  Christ  have  found; 

And  give  the  praise  to  Him; 
Meanest  follower  of  the  Lamb, 

flis  steps  I  at  a  distance  see: 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Jesus,  Thou  for  me  hast  died, 

And  Thou  in  me  wilt  live, 
I  ^hall  feel  Thy  death  applied; 

I  shall  Thy  life  receive; 
Yet.  when  melted  in  the  flame 

Of  love,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea: 
I  the  chief  of  sinners  am, 

But  Jesus  died  for  me. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley 


152  0  could  I  Speak! 

O    COULD   I   SPEAK! 
O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 

0  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 

I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine; 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

1  would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  His  glories  known. 

Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley,     ab. 


Come,    let  us  join.  155 

COME,   LET   US  JOIN. 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus!  " 
t;  Worthy  the  Lamb!  "  our  lips  reply, 

"For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 

Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine ! 

Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air  and  earth  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 

And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 

The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb! 

Rei>.  Isaac  Watts. 


1 54    0  for  a  thousand  Tongues! 

0    FOR    A    THOUSAND   TONGUES! 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer'^  praise! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace! 

My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 

The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

Jesus !  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease; 

'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life  and  health  and  peace ! 

Pie  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin ; 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 

His  blood  availed  for  me. 

He  speaks;  and.  listening  to  His  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice; 

The  humble  poor  believe. 

Hear  Him,  ye  deaf.  His  praise,  ye  dumb, 
Your  loosened  tongues  employ! 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come; 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy! 


Awake,  and  sing  the  Song.     1 5  5 

Look  unto  Him.  ye  nations!  own 

Your  God,  ye  fallen  race  ! 
Look,  and  be  saved  through  faith  alone, 

Be  justified  by  grace! 

See  all  your  sins  on  Jesus  laid: 
The  Lamb  of  God  was  slain; 

His  soul  was  once  an  offering  made 
For  every  soul  of  man. 

Awake  from  guilty  nature's  sleep, 
And  Christ  shall  give  you  light; 

Cast  all  your  sins  into  the  deep. 
And  wash  the  Ethiop  white. 

With  Me,  your  chief,  ye  then  shall  know, 
Shall  feel,  your  sins  forgiven; 

Anticipate  your  heaven  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 

.  Charles  VVt  -  g 


AWAKE,   AND   SING   THE  SONG. 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 

Tune  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

Sing  of  His  dying  love; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 

For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 


l  56    Awake,  and  sing  the  Song. 

Tell,  in  seraphic  strains, 

What  Christ  has  done  for  you; 

How  He  has  taken  off  your  chains, 
And  formed  your  hearts  anew. 

Are  you  in  deep  distress  ? 

Then  sing  to  ease  the  smart. 
Are  you  rejoiced  ?  let  psalms  expresi 

The  gladness  of  your  heart. 

When  Paul  and  Silas  sung, 
The  earth  began  to  quake; 

The  prison  doors  were  open  flung, 
Her  firm  foundations  shake. 

Sing,  till  you  feel  your  hearts 
Ascending  with  your  tongues; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspires  your  songs. 

Sing  on  your  heavenly  way: 
Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ! 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ  the  eternal  King, 

Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
In  heaven  His  praise  proclaim, 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

Rev.   William  Hammond. 


Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus.    1 5  7 

HAIL..  THOU    ONCE   DESPISED  JES 
Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus! 

Hail.  Thou  Galilean  King! 
Who  didst  suffer  to  release  us; 

Who  didst  free  salvation  bring: 
Hail,  Thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Who  hast  borne  our  sin  and  shame ! 
By  whose  merits  we  find  favor; 

Life  is  given  through  Thy  name. 

Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  were  on  Thee  laid; 
By  almighty  love  appointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made: 
Every  sin  may  be  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  Thy  father's  side: 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading: 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing, 
Christ  is  worthy  to  receive; 


158       0  had  I,   my  Saviour ! 

Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits  ! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ! 
Help  to  sing  our  Jesu's  merits; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

Rev.  John  Bakeivell 


O   HAD    I,    MY   SAVIOUR! 

0  had  I,  my  Saviour,  the  wings  of  a  dove, 
How  soon  would   I   soar  to  Thy  presence 

above; 
How  soon  would   I  flee  where  the  weary 

have  rest, 
And  hide  all  my  cares  in  Thy  sheltering 

breast. 

1  nutter,  I  struggle,  1  pant  to  get  free; 

I   feel   me   a  captive  while   banished   from 

Thee : 
A  pilgrim  and  stranger,  the  desert  I  roam, 
And  look  on  to  heaven,  and  long  to  be  home . 

Ah.    there    the   wild    tempest   forever  shall 

cease ; 
No  billow  shall  ruffle  that  haven  of  peace; 
Temptation  and  trouble  alike  shall  depart, 
All  tears  from  the  eye,  and  all  sin  from  the 

heart. 


Sun  of  my  Soul.  1 5  9 

Soon,  soon  may  this  Eden  of  promise  be 
mine ; 

Rise,  bright  Sun  of  glory,  no  more  to  de- 
cline: 

Thy  light,  yet  unrisen,  the  wilderness  cheers; 

O  what  will  it  be  when  the  fulness  appears? 
AVr\  Henry  Francis  Lyle. 


SUN   OF    MY   SOUL. 
Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near; 
Oh  !   may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes  ! 

When  round  Thy  wondrous  works  below 
My  searching  rapturous  glance  I  throw, 
Tracing  out  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 
In  earth  or  sky;  in  stream  or  grove; 

Or,  by  the  light  Thy  words  disclo-e, 
Watch  time's  full  river  as  it  flows, 
Scanning  Thy  gracious  providence, 
Where  not  too  deep  for  mortal  sense; 

When  with  dear  friends  sweet  talk  I  hold, 
And  all  the  flowers  of  life  unfold,— 
Let  not  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
Except  in  all  I  Thee  discern  ! 

When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  deep 
My  weared  eyelids  gently  steep, 


1 60  Sun  of  my  Soul. 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live ! 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die  ! 

Thou  Framer  of  the  light  and  dark, 
Steer  through  the  tempest  Thine  own  ark! 
Amid  the  howling  wintry  sea 
We  are  in  port  if  we  have  Thee. 

The  rulers  of  this  Christian  land, 
'Twixt  Thee  and  us  ordained  to  stand, 
Guide  Thou  their  course,  O  Lord!  aright; 
Let  all  do  all  as  in  Thy  sight ! 

Oh !  by  Thine  own  sad  burthen,  borne 
So  meekly  up  the  hill  of  scorn, 
Teach  Thou  Thy  priests  their  daily  cross 
To  bear  as  Thine,  nor  count  it  loss  ! 

If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned,  to-day,  the  voice  divine; 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin : 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin  ! 

Watch  by  the  sick,  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store! 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light ! 


Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  Care.    1 6 1 

Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take: 
Till,  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love, 
We  lose  ourselves  in  Heaven  above  ! 

Rev.  John  Keble. 


LORD,   IT   BELONGS   NOT   TO    MY   CARE. 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 

Whether  I  die  or  live; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share. 

And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

If  life  be  long  I  will  be  glad, 

That  I  may  long  obey; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad, 

To  soar  to  endless  day. 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 
Than  He  went  through  before; 

He  that  unto  God's  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see; 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 

What  will  Thy  glory  be  ! 

Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 

To  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 


if) 2    That  mystic  Word  of  Thine. 

My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim; 
But  it's  enough  that  Christ  knows  all. 

And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

Rev.  Richard  Baxter. 


THAT   MYSTIC    WORD   OF   THINE. 

That   mystic  word   of  Thine,   O   sovereign 
Lord, 
Is   all   too  pure,   too  high,  too  deep   for 
me; 
Weary  of  striving,  and  with  longing  faint, 
I  breathe  it  back  again  in  prayer  to  Thee. 

Abide  in  me,  I  pray,  and  I  in  Thee  ! 

From  this  good  hour,  O,  leave  me  never- 
more ! 
Then  shall  the  discord  cease,  the  wound  be 
healed, 
The  life-long  bleeding  of  the  soul  be  o'er. 

Abide  in  me;  o'ershadow  by  Thy  love 
Each    half- formed     purpose    and     dark 
thought  of  sin ; 
Quench,  e'er  it  rise,  each   selfish,  low  de- 
sire, 
And  keep   my  soul  as  Thine,   calm   and 
divine. 


That  mystic  Word  of  Thine.     163 

me  rare  perfume  in  a  vase  of  clay 
Pervades  it  with  a  fragrance  not  its  own, 
So,  when  Thou  dwellest  in  a  mortal  soul, 
All  heaven's  own  sweetness  seems  around 
it  thrown. 

The  soul  alone,  like  a  neglected  harp, 
Grows  out  of  tune,  and  needs  that  Hand 
ne: 
Dwell  Thou  within  it,   tune  and  touch  the 
chords, 
Till  every  note  and  string  shall  answer 
Thine. 

Abide    in    me:    there    have    been    moments 
blest, 
When  T  have  heard  Thy  voice  and  felt  Thy 
power, 
Then  evil  lost  its  grasp;  and.  passion,  hushed, 
Owned    the   divine   enchantment   of  the 
hour. 

These  were  but  seasons,  beautiful  and  rare; 

Abide  in  me,  and  they  shall  ever  be; 
Fulfil  at  once  Thy  precept  and  my  prayer, 

Come,  and  abide  in  me,  and  I  in  Thee. 

Mrs.  Harriet  Beecher  St  awe. 


164    With  ceaseless  Course  the  Sun. 

STAR   OF   PEACE. 

Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary, 
Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me; 

Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  of  hope,  gleam  on  the  billow, 
Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  thee; 

Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  of  faith,  when  winds  are  mocking 
All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  thee; 

Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Star  divine,  O  safely  guide  him, 
Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  thee: 

Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

Mrs.  Jane  Cross  Bell  Simpson,     ab. 


WITH   CEASELESS   COURSE  THE   SUN. 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 

Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here: 


Softly  now  the  Light  of  Day.     165 

Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below; 

We  a  little  longer  wait. 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream: 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view; 
Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour\>  love; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 
Rev.  John  X: 


SOFTLY   NOW   THE    LIGHT    OF    DAY. 
Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee. 


1 66     Hail  to  the  Lord 's  Anointed. 

Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault  and  secret  sin. 

Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away: 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity; 
Then,  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

Bft.  George  Washington  Doanc. 


HAIL  TO   THE   LORD'S   ANOINTED. 
Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun. 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

He  comes  with  succor  speedy 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong; 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 


Hail  to  the  Lord ' s  Anointed.      167 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 

He  shall  come  down  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth; 
And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  I  lis  path  to  birth: 
Before  Him  on  the  mountains 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end: 
The  mountain  dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread,  and  flourish, 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 
O'er  every  foe  victorious 

Fie  on  His  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blest; 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever, 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 

James  Montgomery,     ab. 


1 68      Onward,  Christian  Soldiers. 


ONWARD,  CHRISTIAN   SOLDIERS. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  Cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ  the  Royal  Master 
Leads  against  the  foe, 
Forward  into  battle, 
See,  His  banners  go. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  Cross  of  Jesus 
Going  on  before. 

At  the  sign  of  triumph 

Satan's  host  doth  flee; 
On,  then,  Christian  soldiers 

On  to  victory. 
Hell's  foundations  quiver 

At  the  shout  of  praise; 
Brothers,  lift  your  voices, 

Loud  your  anthems  raise. 
Onward,  etc. 

Like  a  mighty  army 

Moves  the  Church  of  God; 

Brothers,  we  are  treading 
Where  the  saints  have  trod; 


Onward^  Christian  Soldiers.      169 

We  are  not  divided, 

All  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity. 

Onward,  etc. 

Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 

Constant  will  remain; 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 

And  that  cannot  fail. 

Onward,  etc. 

Onward,  then,  ye  people, 
Join  our  happy  throng, 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices, 

In  the  triumph  song: 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor, 
Unto  Christ  the  King. 
This  through  countless  ages 
Men  and  Angels  sing. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  Cross  of  Jesus 
Going  on  before. 

Rev.  Sabine  Baring  Gould. 


170  From  Greenland 's  icy  Mountains. 


FROM  GREENLAND'S  ICY   MOUNTAINS 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand: 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  .soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile: 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  O  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name, 


Forward'  be  our  Watchword.     171 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds.  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature. 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber 


FORWARD!    BE   OUR   WATCHWORD. 
Forward  !  be  our  watchword, 

Steps  and  voices  joined; 
Seek  the  thing-  before  us, 

Not  a  look  behind: 
Bums  the  fiery  pillar 

At  our  army's  head; 
Who  shall  dream  of  shrinking, 

By  our  Captain  led  ? 
Forward  through  the 

Through  the  toil  and  tight: 
Jordan  flows  before  us, 

Zion  beam-  with  light ! 

Forward,  flock  of  Jesi 

Salt  of  all  the  earth: 
Till  each  yearning  purpose 

Spring  to  glorious  birth: 


172    Forward!  be  our  Watchword. 

Sick,  they  ask  for  healing, 

Blind,  they  grope  for  day; 
Pour  upon  the  nations 

Wisdom's  loving  ray. 
Forward,  out  of  error, 

Leave  behind  the  night; 
Forward  through  the  darkness, 

Forward  into  Light ! 

Glories  upon  glories 

Hath  our  God  prepared, 
By  the  souls  that  love  Him 

One  day  to  be  shared: 
Eye  hath  not  beheld  them, 

Ear  hath  never  heard ; 
Nor  of  these  hath  uttered 

Thought  or  speech  a  word: 
Forward,  marching  eastward 

Where  the  heaven  is  bright, 
Till  the  veil  be  lifted, 

Till  our  faith  be  sight ! 

Far  o'er  yon  horizon 

Rise  the  city  towers, 
Where  our  God  abideth; 

That  fair  home  is  ours: 
Flash  the  streets  with  jasper, 

Shine  the  gates  with  gold; 
Flows  the  gladdening  river 

Shedding  joys  untold; 


Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  Night.    173 

Thither,  onward  thither, 

In  the  Spirit's  might: 
Forward  into  Triumph, 

Forward  into  Light. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford. 


WATCHMAN!   TELL    US   OF   THE  NIGHT 
Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveller!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory -beaming  star. 

Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 

Traveller!  yes;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own ; 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  ! 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight; 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 


174     Light  of  those  whose  dreary. 

Watchman!  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home: 

Traveller !  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo,  the  Son  of  God,  is  come  ! 

Sir  John  Bowring. 


LIGHT  OF   THOSE   WHOSE   DREARY. 
Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  Thy  love's  revealing 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath: 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing; 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart: 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

God  hath  for  our  ransomed  race; 
Come,  Thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel -grace. 

Save  us  in  Thy  great  compassion, 
O  Thou  mild,  pacific  Prince. 

Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 
Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins; 


Jesus  shall  ?'eign.  175 

By  Thine  all-restoring  merit, 
Every  burdened  soul  release, 

Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 
Guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley. 


JESUS   SHALL   REIGN. 
Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

Behold  the  islands  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  His  feet. 

There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India  shines  in  eastern  gold; 
And  barb'rous  nations,  at  His  word, 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord. 

Tor  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  head: 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  >weetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  name. 


176  Behold  the  Glories. 

Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

Where  He  displays  His  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more; 
In  Hirn  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen  ! 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts. 


BEHOLD  THE  GLORIES. 
Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Amidst  His  Father's  throne  ! 
Prepare  new  honors  for  His  name, 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

Let  elders  worship  at  His  feet, 
The  Church  adore  around, 

With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

Those  are  the  prayers  of  the  saints, 
And  these  the  hymns  they  raise; 

Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 


A  few  more  Years.  177 

Eternal  Father,  who  shall  look 

Into  Thy  secret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  should  take  that  book, 

And  open  every  seal  ? 

He  shall  fulfil  Thy  great  decrees: 
The  Son  deserves  it  well; 

Lo,  in  His  hand  the  sov 'reign  keys 
Of  heaven  and  death  and  hell  ! 

Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 

Forever  on  Thy  head. 

Thou  hast  redeemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 

The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  put  beneath  Thy  power; 

Then  shorten  these  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  promised  hour. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts. 


A   FEW    MORE   YEARS. 
A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 

Asleep  within  the  tomb. 


178         A  few  more  Years. 

A  few  more  suns  shall  set 
O'er  these  dark  hills  of  time; 

And  we  shall  be  where  suns  are  not, 
A  far  serener  clime. 

A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 

And  surges  swell  no  more. 

A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 

And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 

A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 
Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way; 

And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 
The  eternal  Sabbath  day. 

'Tis  but  a  little  while, 

And  He  shall  come  again, 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 

That  we  with  Him  may  reign. 

Then  O,  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  glad  day; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.     ab. 


When  Languor  and  Disease.      179 

WHEN    LANGUOR   AND    DISEASE. 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 

'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  the  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  love; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 

Where  Jesus  pleads  above; 

Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 

Eternal  joys  my  own; 

Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end; 

Sweet  011  His  covenant  of  grace 

For  all  thing-  to  depend ; 

Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  His  firm  decrees; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands, 

And  know  no  will  but  His; 

Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 

That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 

Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 


180  Thou  art  gone. 

If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss, 

Immediately  from  Thee ! 

Rev.  Augustus  Toplady.     ab. 


THOU  ART   GONE. 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb; 
Thy  Saviour  has  passed  through  the  portal 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  we  no  longer 
behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by 
thy  side: 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 
enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  Sinless  hath 
died. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave;  and,  its  man- 
sion forsaking, 
Pei  chance  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lingered 
long; 


Ye  golden  Lamps  of  Heaven.     1 8 1 

But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  beamed  on 
thy  waking, 
And  the  sound  which  thou  heard'st  was 
the  seraphim's  song. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
Whose  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guar- 
dian and  Guide: 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will 
restore  thee; 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour 
has  died. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber. 


YE   GOLDEN  LAMPS   OF    HEAVEN. 
Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 

With  all  your  feeble  light; 
Farewell,  thou  ever  changing  moon, 

Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day. 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed ; 
My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere. 

No  more  demands  thine  aid. 

Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts 

Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 


1 82      Rejoice,   all  ye  Believers. 

The  Father  of  eternal  light 
Shall  there  His  beams  display, 

Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 
Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes; 

Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

There  all  the  millions  of  His  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 

With  infinite  delight. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge 


REJOICE,    ALL  YE  BELIEVERS. 
Rejoice,  all  ye  believers, 

And  let  your  lights  appear! 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near: 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  will  He  draw  nigh. 
Up!  pray  and  watch  and  wrestle: 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

.  See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 
Replenish  them  with  oil; 

Look  now  for  your  salvation, 
The  end  of  earthly  toil. 


Rejoice,   all  ye  Believers.       183 

The  watcher-  on  the  mountain 
Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near; 

Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 
With  Hallelujahs  clear  ! 

Ye  wise  and  holy  virgins, 

Now  raise  your  voices  higher, 
Until,  in  songs  of  triumph, 

They  meet  the  angel-choir. 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide  open  stand; 
Up  !  up  !  ye  heirs  of  glory: 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand  ! 

Ye  saints  who  here  in  patience 

Your  cross  and  sufferings  bore, 
Shall  live  and  reign  forever, 

When  sorrow  is  no  more. 
Around  the  throne  of  glory, 

The  Lamb  ye  shall  behold; 
In  triumph  cast  before  Him 

Your  diadems  of  gold  ! 

There  flourish  palms  of  victory; 

There  radiant  garments  are; 
There  stands  the  peaceful  harvest, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  war. 
There,  after  stormy  winter, 

The  flowers  of  earth  arise, 
And  from  the  grave's  long  slumbei 

Shall  meet  again  our  eyes. 


184  Lo !  He  comes. 

Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

O  Jesus  !  now  appear; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun,  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord  !  to  see 
The  day  of  our  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  Thee  ! 

La  uren  tin  s  La  u  ren  tu 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick. 


LO!   HE  COMES. 

Lo  !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain ! 

Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train: 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign  ! 

Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  Him, 

Pierced,  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 

Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heaven  and  earth,  shall  flee  away; 
All  who  hate  Him  must,  confounded, 


Lo  !  He  comes.  18 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day: 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away  ! 

Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear ! 

All  His  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air: 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

The  dear  tokens  of  His  passion 
Still  His  dazzling  body  bears, 

Cause  of  endless  exultation 

To  His  ransomed  worshippers; 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars  ! 

Yea,  x\men  !  let  all  adore  Thee, 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own: 

O  come  quickly  ! 
Hallelujah,  come,  Lord,  come. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley 
Rev.  Martin  Ma  dan 


Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh. 


BEHOLD,  THE   BRIDEGROOM    COMETH. 

Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh  in  the  mid- 
dle of  the  night, 

And  blest  is  he  whose  loins  are  girt,  whose 
lamp  is  burning  bright; 

But  woe  to  that  dull  servant,  whom  the 
Master  shall  surprise 

With  lamp  untrimmed,  unburning,  and  with 
slumber  in  his  eyes. 

Do  thou,  my  soul,  beware,  beware  lest  thou 

in  sleep  sink  down, 
Lest  thou  be  given  o'er  to  death,  and  lose 

the  golden  crown; 
But  see  that  thou  be  sober,  with  watchful 

eye,  and  thus 
Cry,  "Holy,  holy,   holy  God,   have  mercy 

upon  us." 

That  day,  the  day  of  fear,  shall  come;  my 

soul  slack  not  thy  toil, 
But  light  thy  lamp,  and  feed  it  well,  and 

make  it  bright  with  oil; 
\\  ho  knowest  not  how  soon  may  sound  the 

cry  at  eventide, 
"  Behold    the    Bridegroom   comes.     Arise  ! 

Go  forth  to  meet  the  Bride." 


Asleep  in  Jesus.  iQ7 

Beware,  my  soul,  take  thou  good  heed,  lest 

thou  in  slumber  lie, 
And,  Jike    the    five,    remain   without,    and 

knock,  and  vainly  cry; 
But  watch,  and  bear  thy  lamp  undimmed, 

and  Christ  shall  gird  thee  on 

His  own  bright  wedding-robe  of  light,  the 

glory  of  the  Son. 

Rev.  Gerard  Moultrie 


ASLEEP   IN  JESUS. 
Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wake.^  to  weep, 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes  ! 

Asleep  in  Je-u-  !  oh,  how  sweet 

To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 

With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  his  venomed  sting. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

Asleep  in  Jesu- !  oh  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be: 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  hi^h ! 


1 88      No,   no,   it  is  not  Dying. 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  "hiding-place;" 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

Asleep  in  Je^us  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
from  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  ! 

Mrs.  Margaret  Mack  ay 


NO,   NO,   IT   IS  NOT   DYING. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying, 

To  go  unto  our  God; 
This  gloomy  earth  forsaking, 
Our  journey  homeward  taking 

Along  the  starry  road. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying, 
Heaven's  citizen  to  be; 
A  crown  immortal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing, 
From  care  and  conflict  free 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying, 
To  hear  this  gracious  word: 
"  Receive  a  Father's  blessing, 
For  evermore  possessing 
The  favor  of  thy  Lord." 


There  is  a  blessed  Home.      189 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying, 
The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know; 
His  sheep  He  ever  leadeth, 
His  peaceful  flock  He  feedeth, 
Where  living  pastures  grow. 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying, 

To  wear  a  lordly  crown; 
Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling, 

Of  Him  whose  sway  we  own. 

Oh,  no,  this  is  not  dying, 
Thou  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 
There  streams  of  love  are  flowing, 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing; 
Here  drops  alone  we  find. 

Rev.  Ccesar  Mai  an. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  R.  P.  Dunn. 


THERE   IS   A    BLESSED    HOME. 

There  is  a  blessed  home 

Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 

Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow: 
Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 

And  patient  hope  is  crowned. 
And  everlasting  light 

Its  glory  throws  around. 


190     There  is  a  blessed  Hoine. 

There  is  a  land  of  peace, 

Good  angels  know  it  well; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 

Within  its  portals  swell; 
Around  its  glorious  throne 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father  One, 

And  Spirit,  evermore. 

O  joy  all  joys  beyond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound 

In  hands  and  feet  and  side  ! 
To  give  to  Him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 
And  sing  through  endless  days 

The  great  things  He  hath  done. 

Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe; 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker 


Forever  with  the  Lord.        191 

FOREVER  WITH   THE   LORD. 

Forever  with  the  Lord: 

Amen,  so  let  it  be; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

'Tis  immortality. 

Here  in  the  body  pent 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Vet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 

A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul,  how  near, 

At  times,  to  faith's  far-seeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear. 

Ah,  then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 

Jerusalem  above. 

Yet  clouds  will  intervene, 

And  all  my  prospect  flies, 
Like  Noah's  dove  I  flit  between 

Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies. 

"  Forever  with  the  Lord:  " 

Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 

E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 


192  For  all  the  Saints. 

Anon  the  clouds  depart, 

The  winds  and  waters  cease, 

And  sweetly  o'er  my  gladdened  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 

James  Montgomery. 


FOR   ALL  THE  SAINTS. 
For  all  the  saints,  who  from  their  labors  rest, 
Who  Thee  by  faith  before  the  world  confest, 
Thy  name,  O  Jesus,  be  forever  blest, 

Alleluia ! 

Thou  wast  their  Rock,  their  Fortress  and 

their  Light; 
Thou,  Lord,  their  Captain  in  the  well-fought 

fight; 
Thou,  in  the  darkness  drear,  their  Light  of 

light. 

Alleluia ! 

O  may  Thy  soldiers,  faithful,  true,  and  bold, 
Fight  as  the  saints  who  nobly  fought  of  old, 
And  win  with  them  the  victor's  crown  of 
gold. 

Alleluia ! 

O  blest  Communion,  fellowship  divine  ! 
We  feebly  struggle,  they  in  glory  shine; 
Yet  all  are  one  in  Thee,  for  all  are  Thine. 
Alleluia ! 


There  is  a  Land.  193 

And  when  the  strife  is  fierce,  the  warfare 

long, 
Steals  on  the  ear  the  distant  triumph-song, 
And  hearts  are  brave  again,  and  arms  are 

strong. 

Alleluia  ! 

The  golden  evening  brightens  in  the  west; 
Soon,  soon  to  faithful  warriors  comes  the  rest; 
Sweet  is  the  calm  of  Paradise  the  blest. 

Alleluia! 

But  lo,  there  breaks  a  yet  more  glorious  day; 
The  saints  triumphant  rise  in  bright  array; 
The  King  of  Glory  passes  on  His  way. 

Alleluia  ! 

From  earth's  wide  bounds,  from  ocean's  far- 
thest coast, 

Through  gates  of  pearl  streams  in  the  count- 
less  host, 

Singing  to  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
Alleluia ! 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How. 


THERE  IS  A   LAND. 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain, 


194     O  Paradise,    O  Paradise! 

There,  everlasting  springs  abide, 
And  never-withering  flowers: 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green: 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger  shivering  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 

With  unbeclouded  eyes: 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death'scold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts. 


O  PARADISE,   O   PARADISE! 
O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ? 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 

Where  they  that  loved  are  blest  ? 


0  Paradise,    0  Paradise!     195 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

The  world  is  growing  old; 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 
Where  love  is  never  cold  ? 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

0  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
'Tis  weary  waiting  here; 

1  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 

To  feel,  to  see  Him  near; 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

0  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 
I  want  to  sin  no  more, 

1  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth 

As  on  thy  spotless  shore; 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight. 


196    Jerusalem,   my  happy  Home. 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
In  love  prepares  for  me; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

Lord  Jesu,  King  of  Paradise, 

O  keep  me  in  Thy  love, 
And  guide  me  to  that  happy  land 
Of  perfect  rest  above; 

Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 
In  God's  most  holy  sight. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber. 


JERUSALEM,   MY   HAPPY  HOME. 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold; 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 


Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand.    197 

O  when,  thou  City  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne^er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know: 
Blest  seats,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Author  Unknavon. 


TEN  THOUSAND  TIMES  TEN  THOUSAND 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand, 
In  sparkling  raiment  bright, 

The  armies  of  the  ransomed  saints 
Throng  up  the  steeps  of  light: 

'Tis  finished,  all  is  finished, 
Their  fight  with  death  and  sin: 


198    Who  are  these  in  bright  Array. 

Fling  open  wide  the  golden  gates, 
And  let  the  victors  in. 


What  rush  of  Hallelujahs 

Fills  all  the  earth  and  sky; 
What  ringing  of  a  thousand  harps 

Bespeaks  the  triumph  nigh. 
O  day,  for  which  Creation 

And  all  its  tribes  were  made; 
O  joy,  for  all  its  former  woes 

A  thousand-fold  repaid. 

O  then  what  raptured  greetings 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore; 
What  knitting  severed  friendships  up, 

Where  partings  are  no  more. 
Then  eyes  with  joy  shall  sparkle, 

That  brimmed  with  tears  of  late: 
Orphans  no  longer  fatherless, 

Nor  widows  desolate. 

Rev.  Henry  Al/ord. 


WHO   ARE  THESE   IN    BRIGHT   ARRAY 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array, 
This  innumerable  throng, 

Round  the  altar  night  and  day, 
Hymning  one  triumphant  song: 


Who  are  these  in  bright  Array.     199 

"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 

Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod; 

These  from  great  afflictions  came; 
Now.  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  His  Almighty  Name; 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  m  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sigh.-, 

Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears, 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

James  Montgomery 


200         The  celestial  Country. 


THE  CELESTIAL  COUNTRY. 
The  world  is  very  evil, 

The  times  are  waxing  late; 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil, 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate  — 
The  Judge  that  comes  in  mercy, 

The  Judge  that  comes  with  might, 
To  terminate  the  evil, 

To  diadem  the  right. 
When  the  just  and  gentle  Monarch 

Shall  summon  from  the  tomb, 
Let  man,  the  guilty,  tremble, 

For  Man,  the  God,  shall  doom! 
Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead; 
To  the  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

That  knows  nor  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  one. 
And  when  the  Sole-Begotten 

Shall  render  up  once  more 
The  Kingdom  to  the  Father, 

Whose  own  it  was  before, — 
Then  glory  yet  unheard  of 

Shall  shed  abroad  its  ray, 
Resolving  all  enigmas, 

An  endless  Sabbath-day. 


The  celestial  Country.         201 

Then,  then  from  his  oppressors 

The  Hebrew  shall  go  free, 
And  celebrate  in  triumph 

The  year  of  Jubilee; 
And  the  sunlit  Land  that  recks  not 

Of  tempest  nor  of  fight, 
Shall  fold  within  its  bosom 

Each  happy  Israelite: 
The  Home  of  fadeless  splendor, 

Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn, 
Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children, 

Who  here  as  exiles  mourn. 
Midst  power  that  knows  no  limit, 

And  wisdom  free  from  bound, 
The  Beatific  Vision 

Shall  glad  the  saints  around: 
The  peace  of  all  the  faithful, 

The  calm  of  all  the  blest, 
Inviolate,  unvaried, 

Divinest,  sweetest,  I  : 

Yes,  Peace  !  for  war  is  needle 

Yes,  calm  !  for  storm  is  past, — 
And  goal  from  finished  labor, 

And  anchorage  at  last. 
That  pt^ace— but  who  may  claim  it? 

The  guileless  in  their  way, 
Who  keep  the  ranks  of  battle, 

Who  mean  the  thing  they  say: 


202         The  celestial  Country. 

The  peace  that  is  for  heaven, 

And  shall  be  too,  for  earth: 
The  palace  that  re-echoes 

With  festal  song  and  mirth; 
The  garden,  breathing  spices, 

The  paradise  on  high; 
Grace  beautified  to  glory, 

Unceasing  minstrelsy. 
There  nothing  can  be  feeble, 

There  none  can  ever  mourn, 
There  nothing  is  divided, 

There  nothing  can  be  torn. 
'Tis  fury,  ill,  and  scandal, 

'Tis  peaceless  peace  below; 
Peace,  endless,  strifeless,  ageless, 

The  halls  of  Syon  know. 
O  happy,  holy  portion, 

Refection  for  the  blest; 
True  vision  of  true  beauty, 

Sweet  cure  of  all  distrest ! 

Strive,  man,  to  win  that  glory, 

Toil,  man,  to  gain  that  light; 
Send  hope  before  to  grasp  it, 

Till  hope  be  lost  in  sight: 
Till  Jesus  gives  the  portion 

Those  blessed  souls  to  fill, 
The  insatiate,  yet  satisfied, 

The  full,  yet  craving  still. 


The  celestial  Country,         203 

That  fulness  and  that  craving 

Alike  are  free  from  pain, 
Where  thou,  midst  heavenly  citizens, 

A  home  like  theirs  shall  gain. 
Here  is  the  warlike  trumpet; 

There,  life  set  free  from  sin; 
When  to  the  last  Great  Supper 

The  faithful  shall  come  in: 
\\  hen  the  heavenly  net  is  laden 

With  fishes  many  and  great; 
So  glorious  in  its  fulness, 

Yet  so  inviolate: 
And  the  perfect  from  the  shattered, 

And  the  fall'n  from  them  that  stand, 
And  the  sheep-flock  from  the  goat-herd 

Shall  part  on  either  hand: 
And  these  shall  pass  to  torment, 

And  those  shall  pass  to  rest; 
The  new  peculiar  nation, 

The  fulness  of  the  Blest. 

Jerusalem  demands  them: 

They  paid  the  price  on  earth, 
And  now  shall  reap  the  harvest 

In  blissfulness  and  mirth: 
The  glorious  holy  people, 

Who  evermore  relied 
Upon  their  Chief  and  Father, 

The  King,  the  Crucified: 


204         The  celestial  Country. 

The  sacred -ransomed  number 

Now  bright  with  endless  sheen, 
Who  made  the  Cross  their  watchword 

Of  Jesus  Nazarene: 
Who,  fed  with  heavenly  nectar, 

Where  soul-like  odors  play, 
Draw  out  the  endless  leisure 

Of  that  long  vernal  day: 
While  through  the  sacred  lilies, 

And  flowers  on  every  side, 
The  happy  dear-bought  nations 

Go  wandering  far  and  wide. 
Their  breasts  are  filled  with  gladness, 

Their  mouths  are  tuned  to  praise, 
What  time,  now  safe  forever,  ' 

On  former  sins  they  gaze: 
The  fouler  was  the  error, 

The  sadder  was  the  fall, 
The  ampler  are  the  praises 

Of  Him  who  pardoned  all. 
Their  one  and  only  anthem, 

The  fulness  of  His  love, 
Who  gives  instead  of  torment, 

Eternal  joys  above: 
Instead  of  torment,  glory; 

Instead  of  death,  that  life 
Wherewith  your  happy  Country, 

True  Israelites  !  is  rife. 


The  celestial  Country.         205 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion ; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care: 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  There. 
O  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest ! 
That  we  should  look,  poor  wand'rers, 

To  have  our  home  on  high ! 
That  worms  should  seek  for  dwellings 

Beyond  the  starry  sky  ! 
To  all  one  happy  guerdon 

Of  one  celestial  grace ; 
For  all,  for  all,  who  mourn  their  fall, 

Is  one  eternal  place: 
And  martyrdom  hath  roses 

Upon  that  heavenly  ground: 
And  white  and  virgin  lilies 

For  virgin-souls  abound. 
There  grief  is  turned  to  pleasure: 

Such  pleasure,  as  below 
No  human  voice  can  utter, 

No  human  heart  can  know. 
And  after  fleshly  scandal, 

And  after  this  world's  nijht, 
And  after  storm  and  whirlwind 

Is  calm,  and  joy,  and  light. 


2o6         The  celestial  Country, 

And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown: 
And  now  we  watch  and  struggle 

And  now  we  live  in  hope, 
And  Syon,  in  her  anguish, 

With  Babylon  must  cope: 
But  He  Whom  now  we  trust  in 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known, 
And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 

Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 
The  miserable  pleasures 

Of  the  body  shall  decay : 
The  bland  and  flattering  struggles 

Of  the  flesh  shall  pass  away: 
And  none  shall  there  be  jealous; 

And  none  shall  there  contend: 
Fraud,  clamor,  guile — what  say  I  ?- 

All  ill,  all  ill  shall  end  ! 
And  there  is  David's  Fountain, 

And  life  in  fullest  glow, 
And  there  the  light  is  golden, 

And  milk  and  honey  flow: 
The  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

The  health  that  hath  no~sore, 
The  life  that  hath  no  ending, 

But  lasteth  evermore. 


The  celestial  Country.         207 

There  Jesus  shall  embrace  us, 

There  Jesus  be  embraced, — 
That  spirit's  food  and  sunshine 

Whence  meaner  love  is  chased. 
Amidst  the  happy  chorus, 

A  place,  however  low, 
Shall  show  Him  us;  and  showing, 

Shall  satiate  evermo. 
By  hope  we  struggle  onward, 

While  here  we  must  be  fed 
With  milk,  as  tender  infants, 

But  there  with  Living  Bread. 

The  night  was  full  of  terror, 

The  morn  is  bright  with  gladness: 
The  Cross  becomes  our  harbor, 

And  we  triumph  after  sadness: 
And  Jesus  to  His  true  ones 

Brings  trophies  fair  to  see: 
And  Jesus  shall  be  loved,  and 

Beheld  in  Galilee. 
Beheld,  when  morn  shall  waken, 

And  shadows  shall  decay, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day: 
And  every  ear  shall  hear  it; — 

Behold  thy  King's  array; 
Behold  thy  God  in  beauty; 

The  Law  hath  passed  away  ! 


2o8         The  celestial  Country. 

Yes  !  God,  my  King  and  Portion, 
In  fulness  of  His  grace, 

We  then  shall  see  forever, 
And  worship  face  to  face. 

Then  Jacob  into  Israel, 

From  earthlier  self  estranged, 
And  Leah  into  Rachel 

P'orever  shall  be  changed: 
Then  all  the  halls  of  Syon 

For  aye  shall  be  complete; 
And,  in  the  Land  of  Beauty, 

All  things  of  beauty  meet. 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  Country  ! 

Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep: 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 
O  one,  O  onely  Mansion  ! 

O  Paradise  of  Joy  ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy; 
Beside  thy  living  waters 

All  plants  are,  great  and  small; 
The  cedar  of  the  forest, 

The  hyssop  of  the  wall: 


The  celestial  Country.         209 

With  jaspers  glow  thy  bulwarks; 

Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays: 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bounded 

With  amethyst  unpriced: 
Thy  saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

And  the  corner-stone  is  Christ. 

The  Cross  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise: 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise; 
Jesus,  the  Gem  of  Beauty, 

True  God  and  Man,  they  sing; 
The  never-failing  Garden, 

The  ever-golden  Ring: 
The  Door,  the  Pledge,  the  Husband, 

The  Guardian  of  His  Court; 
The  Day-star  of  Salvation, 

The  Porter  and  the  Port; 
Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They'Tai^e  thy  holy  tower: 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower: 


210         The  celestial  Country. 

Thou  feel'st  in  mystic  rapture, 

O  Bride,  that  knowest  no  guile, 
The  Prince's  sweetest  kisses, 

The  Prince's  loveliest  smile: 
Unfading  lilies,  bracelets 

Ofliving  pearl,  thine  own; 
The  Lamb  is  ever  near  thee, 

The  Bridegroom  thine  alone: 
The  Crown  is  He  to  guerdon, 

The  Buckler  to  protect, 
And  He  Himself  the  Mansion, 

And  He  the  Architect. 
The  only  art  thou  needest, 

Thanksgiving  for  thy  lot: 
The  only  joy  thou  seekest, 

The  Life  where  Death  is  not. 
And  all  thine  endless  leisure 

In  sweetest  accents  sings, 
The  ill  that  was  thy  merit, — 

The  wealth  that  is  thy  King's ! 

Jerusalem  the  Golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest, 

Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  oppressed : 

I  know  not,  O,  I  know  not, 
What  social  joys  are  there; 

WThat  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare ! 


The  celestial  Country.         2 1 1 

And  when  I  fain  would  sing  them, 
My  spirit  fails  and  faints, — ■ 

And  vainly  would  it  image 
The  assembly  of  the  Saints. 

They  stand,  those  halls  of  Syon, 

Conjubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng: 

The  Prince  is  ever  in  them; 

The  daylight  is  serene; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

There  is  the  throne  of  David, — 
And  there,  from  care  released, 

The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 
The  shout  of  them  that  feast; 

And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 
Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 

Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

O  holy,  placid  harp-notes 

Of  that  eternal  hymn  ! 
O  sacred  sweet  reflection, 

And  peace  of  Seraphim  ! 


The  celestial  Country. 

O  thirst,  forever  ardent, 

Yet  evermore  content ! 
O  true,  peculiar  .vision 

Of  God  cunctipotent ! 
Ye  know  the  many  mansions 

For  many  a  glorious  name, 
And  divers  retributions 

That  divers  merits  claim: 
For  midst  the  constellations 

That  deck  our  earthly  sky, 
This  star  than  that  is  brighter,- 

And  so  it  is  on  high. 


Jerusalem  the  glorious ! 

The  glory  of  the  Elect ! 
O  dear  and  future  vision 

That  eager  hearts  expect: 
Even  now  by  faith  I  see  thee: 

Even  here  thy  walls  discern: 
To  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 

And  strive  and  pant  and  yearn: 
Jerusalem  the  onely, 

That  look'st  from  heaven  below 
In  thee  is  all  my  glory ; 

In  me  is  all  my  woe; 
And  though  my  body  may  not, 

My  spirit  seeks  thee  fain, 
Till  flesh  and  earth  return  me 

To  earth  and  flesh  again. 


The  celestial  Country.  213 

Oh,  none  can  tell  thy  bulwarks, 

How  gloriously  they  rise: 
Oh,  none  can  tell  thy  capitals 

Of  beautiful  device: 
Thy  loveliness  oppresses 

All  human  thought  and  heart: 
And  none,  O  peace,  O  Syon, 

Can  sing  thee  as  thou  art. 

New  mansion  of  new  people, 

Whom  God's  own  love  and  light 
Promote,  increase,  make  holy, 

Identify,  unite. 
Thou  City  of  the  Angels  ! 

Thou  City  of  the  Lord  ! 
Whose  everlasting  music 

Is  the  glorious  decachord  ! 
And  there  the  band  of  Prophets 

United  praise  ascribes, 
And  there  the  twelvefold  chorus 

Of  Israel's  ransomed  tribes: 
The  lily-beds  of  virgins, 

The  roses1  martyr-glow, 
The  cohort  of  the  Fathers 

Who  kept  the  faith  below. 
And  there  the  Sole-Begotten 

Is  Lord  in  regal  state; 
He,  Judah's  mystic  Lion, 

He.  Lamb  Immaculate. 


214         The  celestial  Country. 

O  fields  that  know  no  sorrow ! 

O  state  that  fears  no  strife! 
O  princely  bow'rs!  O  land  of  flow'rsl 

O  Realm  and  Home  of  Life ! 


Jerusalem,  exulting 

On  that  securest  shore, 
I  hope  thee,  wish  thee,  sing  thee, 

And  love  thee  evermore ! 
I  ask  not  for  my  merit: 

I  seek  not  to  deny 
My  merit  is  destruction, 

A  child  of  wrath  am  I: 
But  yet  with  Faith  I  venture 

And  Hope  upon  my  way; 
For  those  perennial  guerdons 

I  labor  night  and  day. 
The  Best  and  Dearest  Father 

Who  made  me  and  Who  saved, 
Bore  with  me  in  defilement, 

And  from  defilement  laved: 
When  in  His  strength  I  struggle, 

For  very  joy  I  leap; 
When  in  my  sin  I  totter, 

I  weep,  or  try  to  weep: 
And  grace,  sweet  grace  celestial, 

Shall  all  its  love  display, 
And  David's  Royal  Fountain 

Purge  every  sin  away. 


The  celestial  Country.         2  1 5 

O  mine,  my  golden  Syon  ! 

0  lovelier  far  than  gold! 
With  laurel-girt  battalions, 

And  safe  victorious  fold: 
O  sweet  and  blessed  Country, 

Shall  I  ever  see  thy  face ! 

0  sweet  and  blessed  Country, 
Shall  I  ever  will  thy  grace? 

1  have  the  hope  within  me 

To  comfort  and  to  bless ! 
Shall  I  ever  win  the  prize  itself? 

O  tell  me,  tell  me,  yes! 
Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part; 
His  only,  His  forever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art ! 
Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part: 
His  only,  His  forever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art ! 

Bernard  of  Cluny. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale 


2  1 6     Glory  be  to  God  the  Father  ! 

GLORY    BE   TO   GOD   THE   FATHER  I 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Father ! 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit ! 

Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  ! 
Glory,  glory, 

While  eternal  ages  run  ! 

Glory  be  to  Him  who  loved  us, 

Washed  us  from  each  spot  and  stain  ! 

Glory  be  to  Him  who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  Him  to  reign ! 

Glory,  glory 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain ! 

Glory  to  the  King  of  angels  ! 

Glory  to  the  Church's  King  ! 
Glory  to  the  King  of  nations  ! 

Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring,- 
Glory,  glory 

To  the  King  of  glory  bring  ! 

Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal ! 

Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings; 

Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion  ! 

Thus  its  praise  creation  brings; 

Glory,  glory, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  kings  ! 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar. 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES. 


Abide  with  me  !  fast  falls  the  eventide 13c 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll .' 177 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 50 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices   41 

Amid  life's  wild  commotion 135 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid  ? 125 

A  safe  stronghold  our  God  is  still 1 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 7 

At  the  cross  her  station  keeping 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song. 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 90 

Behold,  the  Bridegroom  cometh 1 86 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 176 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning.  ,  39 

Christ,  the  life  of  all  the  living 55 

Cling  to  the  Crucified  ! 122 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 31 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 153 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 32 


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Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 26 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish. . .  19 

Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  strain 71 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus 89 

Fierce  was  the  wild  billow 124 

For  all  the  saints,  who  from  their  labors  rest.  . .  192 

Forever  with  the  Lord 191 

Forward!  be  our  watchword 171 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 118 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 170 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father ! 216 

Glory,  my  God,  to  Thee  this  night 38 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 3 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  Great  Jehovah 11 

Hail,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus 157 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed 166 

Hallelujah  !   hallelujah  ! 67 

Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 147 

Hark  1  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 60 

Hark  1  what  mean  those  holy  voices 44 

He  is  gone;  beyond  the  skies 75 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty 8 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light 25 

How  firm  a  foundation 6 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds no 

If  only  I  have  Thee 143 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 733 

I  know  in  whom  I  put  my  trust 145 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 81 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 123 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus 115 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 61 


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In  the  silent  midnight  watches 108 

In  Thy  service  will  I  ever 149 

It  ume  upon  the  midnight  clear 47 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 113 

I  would  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay 140 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 196 

Jesu,  lover  of  my  soul 104 

Jesu,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  All 91 

Jesu,  name  all  names  above 85 

Jesu  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 87 

Jesus,  I  love  Thee, — not  because 98 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name 96 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken . .  .*. 83 

Jesus'  name  shall  ever  be 107 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 175 

Jesus,  still  lead  on 94 

Jesus,  Thy  Blood  and  Righteousness 63 

Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 97 

Just  as  I  am, — without  one  plea 126 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom . .  34 

Leave  God  to  order  all  thy  ways 101 

Let  the  world  their  virtue  boast 151 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 174 

Lo  !  He  comes  with  clouds  descending 184 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 15 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 161 

Lo,  the  feast  is  spread  to-day  ! 21 

Love  Divine,  all  loves  excelling 106 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee 146 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 134 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 35 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 188 


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Now  I  have  found  a  friend 13c 

Now,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising 56 

O  come,  all  ye  faithful,  triumphantly  sing 40 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 152 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 12 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God *  28 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 154 

Of  the  Father's  love  begotten 45 

O  had  I,  my  Saviour,  the  wings  of  a  dove 158 

Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God.! 95 

Oh  for  the  peace  which  floweth  as  a  river 127 

O  Holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen  ! joo 

O  Jesus,  we  adore  Thee 62 

O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 9 

O  love  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art ! 92 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 27 

One  there  is,  above  all  others 1 1 1 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 168 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 1 94 

O  sacred  Head  !  now  wounded ....  52 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past. 2 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 77 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven 24 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers 182 

Resting  from  His  work  to-day 20 

R  est  of  the  weary 114 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 29 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me >  29 

Safely,  through  another  week 14 

Saviour !  when,  in  dust,  to  Thee 119 

See,  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph 73 

Since  o'er  Thy  footstool  here  below 33 


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Softly  now  the  light  of  day , 165 

Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry 80 

Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary 164 

Still  thy  sorrow,  Magdalena  ! 72 

Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear .  159 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 23 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 65 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand 197 

That  mystic  word  of  Thine,  O  sovereign  Lord.  162 

The  Head  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns.  79 

The  morning  purples  all  the  sky 66 

There  is  a  blessed  home 189 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 59 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 193 

The  Royal  Banners  forward  go 57 

The  Saviour  !  O,  what  endless  charms 109 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries 16 

The  world  is  very  evil 200 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 180 

Thou  art  my  hiding  place,  O  Lord 103 

'Tis  the  day  of  Resurrection 70 

To  Him,  who  for  our  sins  was  slam 69 

Tossed  with  rough  winds,  and  faint  with  fear. .  137 

Trustingly,  trustingly 142 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night 173 

We  were  not  with  the  faithful  few 82 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 17 

When  across  the  heart  deep  waves  of  sorrow.  .  1  y 

When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 51 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 179 


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When  through  the  torn  sail 117 

While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 22 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 164 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 198 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 10 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 132 


Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell 18 


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